4 A.M.

June 25, 2008

My pastor likes to quote his father who said that nothing good ever happens after midnight.  I get that.  I’m on my fourth teenager.  I believed that saying early on in parenting.  But I have my own twist.  Mornings that start at 4:00 a.m. are never good.  However, in my case, it has nothing to do with teenagers.  Instead it was technology calling. 

Those who know me are aware that I am battery-operated.  An insulin pump and a continuous glucose sensor are almost as intimate with me as my mate.  Just not as fun.  Waaaay not as fun.  24/7 they are attached.  They beep, whir, vibrate, and take on a life of their own.  All of which are signals for some diabetic event: good, bad, or indifferent.  Sometimes it is as simple as a battery that needs replacing or recharging. 

This morning, at four in the morning, my dear one said, “Something beeped.” 


Two minutes later.  “Are you going to check that?”

You see, after over twenty years of pump noises, I don’t always hear them anymore.  They are just a part of my environment.  Like the music from your alarm clock radio that invades your dreams when you are too tired to wake up.  (Insert the weird dream and song of your choice here)  My dear one and I have an understanding.  He knows I don’t hear the noises sometimes.  And I appreciate, eventually, the fact that he is waking me out of my stupor to see what is going on.

Finally, I wake up enough to check and see which machine is making noise.  It’s the pump.  Low volume warning.  Meaning?  I’m almost out of insulin.  So, I push the buttons to check and see how low the reservoir is.  Hmm.  Four tenths of a unit left.  Not good.  I need nine tenths of a unit an hour without eating.  Darn.  Two hours to the alarm.  Even I can do the math. 

So, I get up.  Stumble to the bathroom.  Refill and start a new line.  Try to go back to sleep.  Sorta succeed.  But when the alarm finally goes off at 6:30, I am less than enthusiastic.  And frankly, if there was video of me this morning in the closet trying to figure out what I was doing….  Well, it would have been funny any of the three times I walked in there still not sure why or what I needed. 

It’s amazing.  Even with all the technology out there, it’s hard to replace even one body part.  It still takes a lot of work to do what God designed as an automatic process in our body.  Really.  Just ask yourself which bodily process you want to have to be in charge of all the time.  (Note to my male readers: There is a reason I said be in charge of rather than think about…:) 

Any body part.  Its every working.  24/7.  Don’t think too hard here.  Trust me, none of them. 

From my point of view, the more science discovers and creates, the more obvious it is that there is a master creator.  The intricacies of our bodies alone is cause for belief.  Forget string theory, the big bang, and all the other complicated ideas that seek to explain the mysteries and intricacies of creation.  For me, it’s simple.  After all, something beeps, whirs, vibrates, or otherwise reminds me several times a day that God’s creation is a wonderful thing.  Oh wait.  Gotta go.  Something is beeping now.  REALLY!

Psalm 139:14

I will praise thee; for I am fearfully [and] wonderfully made: marvellous [are] thy works; and [that] my soul knoweth right well.