I’m not sure what it was yesterday but any which way you look at it the 13th August 2009 was not a good day to be a diabetic if you happen to be me (or Nic apparently if her last two blogs are anything to go by!).

Perhaps it was the 3 x 12+ hour days in a row, maybe it was the fact that I’ve had a god awful flu for over a week but insisted on being a typical male and didn’t bother to do anything other than keep on going about life as per usual or, perhaps it’s because some kid in Slovenia sneezed while facing due west at 1:17am and caused a chain reaction of events culminating in the debacle that became my day. Whatever the reason though, and it doesn’t matter much, this was my yesterday:

5:48am – 16.3 (Have correction, jump in shower and at work 6:15am)

8:23am – 5.0 (Still have 2u on board, eat last remaining wine gums and make mental note to get more)

12:23 – 4.9 (Post the hypo I didn’t manage to prevent which I had in a meeting with a client)

14:47 – 9.5 (Serves me right for guessing the carb in my lunch – have a correction)

16:23 – 9.5 (Still. Have another correction)

17:49 – 3.1 (No hypo treatment left and I’ve been too busy to get to the supermarket. No coins for the vending machine so I scrounge loose change from 4 people to get a peppy chew which takes me 10 minutes to eat. Now I have a sore jaw cos they ain’t kidding when they call it a peppy chew).

19:22 – 16.9 (Now a have a sore mouth with nothing to show for it, owe 4 people 25c each and have a horrible bitter taste in my mouth, proverbially and literally ).

20:13 – 10.2 (Have got so hungry by this time that I resort to eating plain boiled broccoli with butter and salt because we have nothing else. Remember, haven’t had time to go to the supermarket).

While I’ve always been 100% compliant at shifting around injection sites to avoid those fatty deposits that my specialist is always asking me if I have, I really can’t say that the same is true of my fingers when it comes to pricking them. I’m vain enough to care about my stomach but who ever dated you cause you have hot fingers? So without ever paying any particular attention I just grab the tester from its resting place whatever that might be and instinct takes over. Being right-handed, as I am, you may think I would hammer my left hand with these tests but for some reason that isn’t the case and it’s the poor fingers on my right hand take the majority of the punishment. In fact, mostly just three fingers on my right hand but either way, as a result of my practically obsessive testing habit which both Nic and I have mentioned before and the almost 20 years of testing I feel that I can safely say I will NEVER successfully land a career as a hand model. And yes, while I’ve whipped out this joke at several parties, according to an article I found on Google, as of the 13th August 2009 hand models earn an average of US$55,000 per annum.

So today then, when at 20:13 I’m squeezing away to get a bit of blood to test and I found myself gifted with not one but three little bleeders in the shape of a smiley face I could but laugh, document the event for this post and proceed to eat my broccoli.

Have a great weekend people

- Aaron