A Weird Lunch Break and a Whiter Smile

Weird Lunch Break

At the beginning of the week, the creative director at the agency where I work told me that he notices I stay in my office over during “lunch” and encouraged me to try to get out occasionally. In the winter especially, I have no motivation to go outside in order to leave my office on lunch, but it is important to get out sometimes.

Yesterday, I was forced to get out. I went to check my blood sugar to bolus for lunch (I have to prebolus 30 minutes prior to eating in the afternoons). My meter was not in my meter bag. Thinking it had fallen out in my purse, I checked there too and found nothing. So I got in my car and headed home to find my meter.

I texted Brad about being a moron and leaving my meter at home. He texted me back that the packed he’d been waiting on (that required a signature) was out for delivery and it would be awesome if I could sign for it instead of him having to go home. The side note on this package is that it was shipped priority 2-day mail to him… and took 10 days to arrive. I’d say I don’t know how the post office is still in business, but I do know… my taxes pay for it and I still receive torn up mail, dented packages, late shipments and occasionally nothing at all. Come on guys!

After arriving home, I located my meter.

Right where I left it

It was sitting on the bed from my morning check. I finish bolusing for my lunch (did a partial bolus when I left so I didn’t have to wait longer to eat), reheated my leftovers and waited for the mail carrier.  When the mail carrier arrived he handed me the package but had forgotten the slip in the truck and ran back to get it. I signed, thanked him and he left. Oddly enough, it was not our regular mail carrier and it was not delivered as part of the normal (walking) route in my neighborhood.

I finished my lunch and decided to swing through Starbucks on my way back to the office. Okay, I took a different route back to the office in order to swing by Starbucks! I kept thinking to myself while waiting in the drive through, “I don’t really deserve Starbucks. I left my meter at home. Why am I rewarding myself for being dumb?”

The surprise waiting for me at the window made me happy I had decided to treat myself. The barista had accidentally made me a grande size instead of a tall.

Whiter Smile

One thing that is always at the back of my mind due to how much I love coffee is the color of my teeth. Continue reading

Friday Five: Meter Reader

A collection of random thoughts on glucose meters. Enjoy.

1. I’ve called myself a meter hoarder, but I know there are others with a larger collection than me. I have five meters.

2. I get really annoyed when people call blood glucose meters “diabetic meters.” It doesn’t have diabetes, monitor diabetes or require you to have diabetes in order to use it. I’ve stabbed poked and tested many a non-diabetic with them (at their request of course, I don’t go around randomly checking BGs.

3. I do get confused when people call them “glucometers.” It looks right spelled out, but sounds foreign to me when spoken. When I got my wisdom teeth extracted, the nurse asked if I’d brought my “glucometer” with me or if we should test on the office’s. It took me a solid 10 seconds to realize what she was talking about.

4. I love it when people ask me about meters. My brother called to wish me a happy birthday last week and in the middle of our conversation asked, “What’s a USB meter? What does the USB do?”

5. Why is it that high readings take longer to come up? My meter is super speedy when I’m low or in a good range, but it takes forever to process when I’m 170+. Or maybe it’s just me?