A Good Night’s Sleep…
Is what I had last night, thanks to Erik taking the night watch.
Getting that night off feels like Christmas – I set the alarm for morning (not 2am or 4am!) and dive into deep, deep sleep, knowing that unless there’s a set change or mini glucagon crisis, I am off the hook. I get so used to sleeping with an ear cocked for the Dex or my alarm that my dreams often get backed up like planes on a tarmac, and when there’s enough time for them to take off, they come thick and fast, one after the other. I’m usually insufferable the day after that deep sleep, either still groggy or completely manic and giddy.
I love those nights, and more than anything they’re what I wish for Luke.