The other day I was laughing at Jack. Today, I’m laughing at myself. I have a story for you that would have been perfect for blooper day during Diabetes Blog Week.
Today was a hectic, go-go-go kind of a day. There was no time to stop and think.
We ended the afternoon with the endocrinologist for Jack’s quarterly appointment.
We were sitting in an exam room, chatting with the endo, when Dex beep-beep-beeped, alerting us to a possible low.
So as I listened to the doc talking, I opened the D kit to grab Jack’s testing supplies.
And I discovered we had no test strips with us!
Oh, yeah, that’s right! NO TEST STRIPS! Zero, zip, zilch, NADA!
I had brought every frickin’ meter we own, so the doc could download all the data. I had brought the lancing device. I had brought the CGM. I had brought insulin, syringes and two different types of alcohol swab packets. I had brought glucagon. I had brought water, juice, fruit snacks, glucose tabs and glucose gel. I had brought back-up batteries for the electronics and extra needles for the lancing device. I had even brought iPod Touches to entertain the kids.
That D kit was stocked!
Yet, somehow, I had left the test strips at home! I NEVER leave home without test strips.
Today, I did, and where were we? At an endo appointment, the most embarrassing place in the world to make a mama pancreas mistake!
Was that a dumb move or what?!
We keep extra supplies in the car, but I was mortified. I could not believe the kit was devoid of strips. I was not about to announce my oops to the endo, excuse myself and run to the car.
Since Dex told me Jack was 68, I pretended to have my act together and just handed Jack a glucose tab.
Five minutes later, Dex went off again. Beep, beep, beep!
“Do you feel low?” I asked Jack.
“Nope, not at all,” he replied.
“CGMs are great, but they’re not always accurate,” the doctor reminded me.
So I ignored the CGM and continued talking with Gregg and the doctor.
Of course, a few minutes later, Dex beeped some more.
“Why don’t you just test him?” Gregg asked me. (I was holding the D kit. Otherwise, Gregg probably would have just tested Jack himself.)
I gave Gregg “the look,” you know the “Shhh! Not right now!” look.
But Jack forced me to fess up, when he asked, “Yeah, mom, shouldn’t we test? I'm kind of feeling low now.”
At this point, the conversation with the doctor stopped, and the room suddenly grew silent, as everyone waited for my answer.
“Well, I would, but would you believe we have no test strips with us?” I admitted, feeling more embarrassed than I did in the 7th grade when, doing push-ups in P.E., I accidentally farted.
“What?” Gregg asked in disbelief.
“Oh, yeah, I brought everything a child with diabetes could possibly need, but test strips.”
“Well, at least we’re in the right place for test strips,” Gregg laughed.
Our wonderful endo then jumped up, opened a cabinet, found an unopened sample box of Freestyle test strips and handed it to me without saying a word. He spared me. He’s a jokester, our endo. He knows us well and likes to tease us. I was sure he would have some snarky comment for me, but he kept quiet.
I still wanted to die of embarrassment. Of all the times to leave test strips at home!
At least Jack’s A1C was decent!