#$%&@&% test strips!!!
And today was going so well. Must 'a been the damn potato chips. Potatoes always give me trouble, but at the butcher shop yesterday they had Poor Brother's chips. I couldn't resist. My folks use to have a place in Arizona, the chips are a local product we use to eat at the Desert Museum out on the west side of Tucson. Extra-crispy-crunchy. I haven't seen them for years. Like I said, I couldn't resist. Then to make things worse, I had a tortilla burger for dinner.
Should 'a had either the chips or had the burger patty without the tortilla. I'll never learn. Looks like a correction bolus is in order. But first let's see what the girl says.
Damn! That's more than a little bit off. I expect the Guardian to lag a little on the up swing, but 32%?? Grrrrrrrrr.....Well, better double check that BG before taking insulin. It is ten o'clock at night. We don't want too much. Nice to know the low alarm works, but let's not push the envelope.
Vial out. Strip into meter. Code 13. Rub finger on jeans for luck and good capillary blood flow. SNAP. Squeeze. ZIPPPPP. It reads: 203. Wha?? OK, best two of three.
Vial. Strip. Code. SNAP. ZIPPPP. BG: 180. Oh for God's sake!
I give up. If the test strips can’t agree, why not go with the Guardian’s reading? 170 is only modestly high for post two hour. I’ve still got insulin on board. I’m going to bed!