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!
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| 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"....)
Whoa timing! I forgot my meter today too! and that's not something I often do (probably the 2nd time in the last 2 years). And I was super duper wishing there was some meter I could use - I almost went to the health center (but I know they don't have one) or texted my diabetic friend (who I know wasn't actually nearby but was wishful thinking). Alas, I had to go through the day without. And stop at home instead of going straight to a friend's housewarming, so I was super late. I came in for a pretty impressive landing though - after 7 hours of no testing & commuting 4.5 miles each way - 98. Maybe I should forget my meter more often heh, that's better than I usually end up.
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