Maybe "Crap" was to strong of a word?

Right before dinner last night, I couldn’t find my med kit.

I looked in my BackPak.

I looked in the office.

I looked in the kitchen.

I looked in the bathroom.

I looked in the bedroom.

I looked else where thinking I may have absent mindedly sat it down somewhere.

I can’t find it.

Where did I put it.

Think, Think, Think

I must have left it on my desk at work. Crap.

I am working from home on Friday. I don’t want to go to work and pick up my kit.

Look again. BackPak, office, kitchen, bathroom, bedroom, corners of the house and the garage. It is not here.

What do I have? What do I need?

I pulled the free BD glucose tester from the top shelf in the closet. I need more test strips.

I have plenty of syringes.

I have plenty of Humulin R.

Lantis stays at home, anyway.

My pen of Humalog is in my kit.

Dig, Dig, Dig, Dig.

I found it. An extra pen in the cabinet under the sink with all the other stuff.

Close enough to the end of the month; I can open a new Humalog cartridge.

I am covered for the weekend. No extra trip into work.

I need to adjust my habits and the items I carry, for the next couple of days.

Ok, maybe not Crap, just Darn…