Apart from having to spend the whole 24hrs together (I'm breaking into a sweat just thinking about it!) would they be able to cope, do they know enough to keep you safe, or even within target range (!)????
I would think my day would go something like this:
I Wake up: Unable to wake my wife so no BS test, no Basal or Bolus injection for breakfast, no walk for the dog, when she does eventually get up and ready she'd ask me to test, it's high so she'll squeal whilst trying to inject a correction (which she'll either calculate wrong or get the correction ratio wrong), she'll then expect me to 'do something' instead of just sitting on the sofa comatosed. Dog still not walked.
Lunch: She'll work out the exact carbs, do a test, exclaim about the result, calculate my bolus and get the dog to do the actual injection so she doesn't have to. She may do a test at some point later - and force some glucotabs down my throat, even if my BS was 4.something (......as we're going shopping! and no the dog can't come shopping with us - so still no walk)
Dinner: We'll have macaroni cheese for dinner, she'd calculate the carbs in the pasta using the pre-cooked carbs listed on the packet for the weight of my portion of cooked Mac Cheese, by chance she's only given me 10u too much and wonders why I'm incapable of doing the washing up, she does a test and then panics, which could go either of 2 ways, hospital or a whole pot of glucotabs vanish (during this time she's wondering why the dog keeps pestering her - perhaps he can sense my BS is low, she opens a 2nd pot of glucotabs) Also it's all got too much for her and 'wine' makes an appearance.
Bed: She's realized I didn't have my basal this morning so double ups the night time dose, also I didn't have my tablet this morning so that needs to be taken along with the 2 for the night time. But does a BS test, amazingly it's 5.9, she then thinks this T1D is so easy (but that's the wine talking) she also reviews the results from the last few days and says I must try harder.
02:46: I wake in a shivering hot sweat, my wife gently snoring away oblivious of my hypo and my attempts to wake her. My final thought is the poor old dog still hasn't been for a walk......