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Wednesday, December 8, 2010
I ALWAYS use my pump clip (unless I'm in a dress and rockin' my awesome thigh holster). This morning, in my usual ohmygodhurryhurryRUSH! spaz to get out the door on time, I completely forgot to put on the clip. And lemme tell ya, my pump hates to be all warm and snuggly close to my skin. Every time I use my holster or tuck that puppy into a pocket, my BGs float up and stubbornly refuse to budge out of the 140s range.
My office solution to keep the pump secure and cool as a cucumber? Ta-dah:
Why yes, that IS a pump rubber-banded to the arm of my chair.
Necessityis most certainly the mother of invention....