My eyelids are heavy as I pull back the covers and drop into bed.
I snuggle down deep into the mattress, under the comforter, protecting myself against the cold winter air.
Jeff mentions that he should've brought the test kit up to our room.
I get annoyed and ask why he didn't. I certainly don't want to do it now that I'm comfortable.
We watch TV and I hope I fall asleep before he does.
But, when I look over at him, I see that he's beaten me to it.
I glance at the clock and I see I have 30 minutes to stay awake.
So, I watch a little bit of Larry King as he talks to Natalie Holloway's mom about Jaron's murder confession to a gangster. I notice she's had her face done. She looks glowing.
Then I turn on the last of the Apprentice and wonder why Omarosa wasn't fired.
The car pulling away from the curb tells me it's time.
But, I'd rather stay where it is warm and cozy and way too comfortable to leave.
I think about the agony of the cold hitting my body as I imagine myself getting out of bed.
So, I stay a while longer watching a show that isn't remotely something I would watch.
But, I use it as a snooze button and tell myself when the next commercial comes on, I will get up out of bed, go downstairs, get the test kit in the kitchen, come back up, and pray that he has a number I don't have to trouble myself with.
The next commercial comes, and I do what needs to be done.
The meter shows 54.
I trek down to the main floor and then down to the basement where we keep the juice out of Jessica and Jacob's reach above the freezer.
Juice that Brendon refused to drink earlier in the evening when he was low because he's sick of drinking juice.
I make him a cheese sandwich to hold him overnight and bring it and the juice up to him.
I pray that he doesn't refuse the juice.
I curse him silently for not rousing as quickly as I'd like him to and eat as quickly as he normally does.
He takes agonizingly small bites of the sandwich. I tell him to take bigger bites because I don't want to sit there all night.
I just want to get this over with and get back to my cocoon.
I don't care that he is suffering with a low.
I just want warmth and comfort.
He drinks and eats, I reduce his basal.
I cover him to his chin to protect him from the cold winter air.
Yeah. Consider me spoiled.