It was Saturday night and I was tired. I’d already brushed my teeth and was about to climb into bed and tuck myself under the covers.
But first, a quick glance to make sure I could safely turn in.
I was starting to flatten out from my downward trend, and there were no arrows indicating the trend was ongoing, but it was still a bit too close for comfort for me. A quick confirmation on my handy-dandy meter confirmed my suspicion: 91 mg/dl.