In honor of "throw back Thursday", here is a post from June of 2009...
took the meter. I filled his finger with blood. The strip refused to suck. What
the???? Okay, I cleaned the finger. I got more blood. I tried again. It just
barely accepted the blood. I waited for the reading...E5. Error! Not enough blood. Oh the lovely four letter words that were on the tip
of my tongue as I headed back downstairs again. I would try this one more time.
meter. This one had to be better. New strip. Same lancing device. Back up the
stairs, this time grumbling and picking up items as I went. I threw the items
off to the side for my young son to deal with tomorrow and headed to his bed. Once
again, I lance his finger. Once again, I got a large amount of blood. The strip
sucked this time. I walked towards the stairs not even considering that I might have to
correct. Good thing...he was 3.2 (57)! More choice words as I shuffled off to get
some juice. I filled a glass, found a straw and went back upstairs for a third time in
less than five minutes.
My son was not keen on drinking. I finally got him to sip.
He drank t all except the last few drops which fly out of the straw and all over his pillow. My cream pillow cases now have spots of red strawberry juice on them! I am choked. I hate diabetes.
I clean the pillow cases as best as I can and then I wait. Why are 15 minutes a lifetime when
you are dead tired and simply want this day to end?
Yeah! 5.5 (99) and I
was off to bed for two hours. Oh the fun! Oh the joys! Oh where is my DexCom Seven Plus????