Let me start by saying that I really love you two! You make life easier in so many ways and work very hard for me. I take you both for granted and don’t express how thankful I am to have you often enough… well ever (until now!).
I’m sure you watched throughout the first year or so as I abused your finger friends. Their tips became bruised, freckled, rough and painful from the many pokes per day. I tried to spare you the same fate for as long as possible. Alas, I was unable to spare you forever.
I’m terribly sorry for having to poke you, it started as an act of desperation when none of my other digits were able to produce a sample for testing. You complied so well that I trust in you two for when your friends can’t handle the pressure.
I hope that you know that I didn’t have any other choice. Please don’t blame me. Blame my deadbeat pancreas.
Thank you for your continued service in this and many other daily activities, including texting, typing and giving friends the thumb’s up sign.