Page 475 of End Game

I could probably skip another ketone check. The afternoon result was basically nothing, and I feel better than I did then.

But it takes less than a minute, and I know myself well enough to know I'll lie here wondering about it if I don't.

Fresh strip.

Fresh poke.

0.3

Still boring.

Excellent.

I take another picture.

Cami

Bedtime report because I am an exceptionally responsible adult

Fingerstick 253, Dexcom 249

Ketones 0.3

Correction given

Arrow sideways

UTI feels way better

No response.

It’s almost eleven.

Griffin has probably gotten pulled into something—the tracker has been lighting up all night for him too. It’s a busy night in emergency medicine apparently.

I put my phone beside me and open the book I've been trying to read for the last four nights.

My eyes make it through half a page before the words stop sticking.

I am exhausted.

I spent the last two nights waking up every forty minutes because my bladder apparently believed three drops of urine required immediate evacuation.

Tonight, for the first time, I can actually get comfortable.

I can lie still without that pressure starting again.

The relief is so profound I could cry over it.

My phone buzzes.

I grab it, expecting Griffin.

It's the Dexcom.

259

Still sideways.