Eight O'clock and all is NOT well
Not likely to be a real hypo at this time of day, but the girl needs her calibration stick anyway. Last strip in the vial. I slip the strip into the port, check the lot number, stab my finger and touch the strip to the drop of blood. The pump vibrates almost immediately. Ut-oh. This can't be good.
No way. But...wake up, babe. I just clocked a 24.
My wife, who doesn't wake up fast under any circumstances is on her feet in flash. We need to re-test, but just in case I really am super low, extra exercise seems a bad idea. She fetches a fresh vial of test strips for me.
I retest and clock in at 91. That's more what I would have expected, but to be on the safe side I take a "tie breaker" finger stick. It clocks at 71.
This would not be a good time to check my blood pressure.
I need to give the girl a calibration number and I've got two finger stick readings that are nearly 22% apart.
I break out the back-up Precision meter. It reads the situation at 82. Pretty much right in the middle. A final Freestyle stick places me at 79; and that is the number I use to get the girl on track for the day.
I swear it is a conspiracy to sell more test strips....they are getting back at me for telling all of you to sell your test strip stock yesterday!