I love my husband! He is a wonderful Type 3 (non-D loved one). I'm planning on writing a post soon detailing just how wonderful and amazing he is, but this story was too funny not to share.
So, since I'm trying to get back on the unicorn, I've been testing more lately. My nighttime testing has really increased also due to my CGM. That thing can really move and wake me up!
At night, I keep my meter on the nightstand next to my side of the bed. It's no big deal. If I need to check, I just turn on the lamp and do it. J doesn't usually even move.
The other evening, I was feeling lazy, and asked J to bring my meter in from the bedroom to the living room, where I was being a total couch potato. Of course, he said yes, and headed for the bedroom.
Several minutes later, and he still hadn't returned. "Honey, are you ok?" I ask. "Just a second!" he hollers back. A few more minutes, and he still hasn't reappeared.
"Babe, seriously, do I need to come get it?"
"Chill out! I'm coming!"
Finally he comes in, meter in tow, and glares at me.
"What were you doing?" I ask.
"Cleaning up the test strip village!" he replies, clearly exasperated.
Of course, I burst into a fit of laughter and giggles. J is not amused. I did have quite the pile of used test strips accumulated on the nightstand. Apparently, J couldn't take it anymore. It was hilarious.
And shhhh, don't tell J, but it looks like they're moving back in...