I woke up Christmas morning with my Dexcom reading a truly god-awful number that I didn’t deserve (I ate well the night before! Bolused properly! WTF?!). I was upset and disappointed to start the day on such a bad note. But then I realized that I didn’t have any other high symptoms, and my Dex sensor site felt suspiciously tender – I’d definitely slept on it wrong. So I got up, went to the kitchen, and tested on my real meter. Much better. I got a great Christmas present when the true number came up. Oh, and the other gifts were pretty doggone good too! Happy Holidays everyone!