As the Thunder Rolls

Another 3am wake-up call

But not the boy this time; 

Another low has taken hold 

And I stumble 

Downstairs

To another hypo:

49

And I wonder

How I didn’t feel it

Sooner 

Why I’m not wet

With sweat

And if the next time,

I’ll even 

Wake

Up.

As the thunder rolls 

And the lightning explodes the night sky

I gulp down milk 

Eat peanut butter on a spoon

And dial back the insulin dosing 

Yet again.