Going where no Dexcom has gone before...

I went to a baby shower on Sunday. It was a lovely day, but a girl can only talk about c-sections and boobs for so long before she starts hoping to head home to veg on the couch. Of course, things didn't quite work out the way I planned. Good old Dex got tangled in the magazine I had in my purse, so when I took it out on the 34th Street platform, disaster struck:

What is that, you ask? Could it possibly be?!

Yes, yes it could. It's my poor receiver on the subway tracks.

I was dumbstruck. How could this happen?! What do you do?! The latter flabbergastatement was exactly what I said to the girl standing next to me, who replied "Um, not go down there? I'd go ask someone upstairs." So I did.

The nice booth attendant said help would be coming (after a lengthy explanation of what the hell it was that I actually lost) and I should wait on the platform next to the item. So I did. And I stood there for an hour, keeping spitters and rats away from my poor, lost Dexcom. At long last, two dudes with pinchers on a pole came to my rescue and plucked Dex from the depths of filth. I carefully - with Kleenex-protected hands - dropped it into a plastic bag I had with me, and finally headed home to give Dex a much-needed "bath" with rubbing alcohol.