I didn't expect the fear.
2/1/09:
The fear was just the first night. For fifteen days I had been monitored around the clock. Here I was alone, getting ready to lie down for the night, not knowing whether I would have a long, slow insulin reaction in my sleep, not knowing what else might happen.
I survived. I felt good the next day. The fear didn't return.
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