Well, winging it is all very well and good unless you have one of those weirdly sticky BGs in the 200s that just will. not. budge. Which, of course, I had. I was loathe to just keep tapping in insulin (anyone else do that? The little .5 bolus button on my pump is a hard thing to resist and always gets me in trouble) but a girl's gotta do what a girl's gotta do, right?
Wrong. Because I remembered my company actually has a nurse on staff. And nurses have things like meters! I headed down to her office and, not only did she have a meter, she had a meter I used aaaages ago. Blast from the past!
|45 seconds is a LOT longer than I remember it.|
Amusingly, I was A Good Diabetic while I "performed" for the nurse. I washed my hands, alcohol-swabbed my fingertip, and didn't lick the blood off after I stuck myself. If she only knew what my usual BG process looked like, I'm sure she'd have a heart attack.
* (And by O.P.E., I mean "Other People's Equipment"....)