Last weekend my wife and I attending a wedding down in San Diego. San Diego is about a 2 hour drive from my home so we decided to make a weekend trip out of it. We never take off and just enjoy a weekend away so this was a good excuse.
The problem is that San Diego is a great town which means expensive hotels. I wanted to find something near the reception but nothing too expensive. I have never considered myself the type who has to stay some place fancy. For me it all about the sight seeing, not the thread count of my sheets.
So, we found a moderately priced hotel in close proximity of the reception and booked it. Sweet! Thanks HoJo.
Sure the little kid in the room next to us watching cartoons, jumping on the bed, getting yelled at by his mom for jumping on said bed, and yelling back at her woke us up on both Saturday and Sunday. But it was kind of like a wake up call so I dealt with that.
But here's the annoying part. The sheets. These linens felt like towels. Well, like the towels in the bathroom that felt like sandpaper. So towel for Sandpeople? I dunno, but they were not awful, just a little rough.
I would probably not have really noticed it except that my 3 day old Dexcom sensor just tore out of my side when I was turning over in the middle of the night. Something that has never happened before.
Whenever I drink alcohol I almost always have a low. I didn't have a lot to drink but I did have a few at the reception so I was thankful to have my CGM but to have it get torn out in the middle of the night was totally upsetting.
The other bummer was that this was my last sensor. Like many things in life I totally failed at ordering on time so my sensors were on their way but not home yet.
No biggie right? I mean, I can deal until the sensors come.
I just got to work with my new sensor in hand ready to put it on and start my day and I cannot find my transmitter.
As soon as I get home from any trip I empty every suitcase and check ever pocket for every and any thing. Surely I would have put that sensor in my diabetes man satchel. Nope. Maybe I put in my nightstand when I got home? Nope. Maybe it's till in the suitcase? Nope.
I have no clue what a transmitter costs but I am sure it is nothing I have in the bank. Oh I am sick to my stomach thinking about it. I never forget stuff like this NEVER! I am so super anal about my stuff that I feel like I am going a little crazy right now.
Ugh, so friends remember that thread counts matter. Linens matter. We need these things to stick to us and sleeping on a doormat is fine if you don't turn over. Ever.