Here I sit wearily, just my favorite meter and me.
Staring at a blood sugar of two hundred and thirty three.
I was happily rolling smooth, and on track all day today.
But now am confusedly flustered and in the grips of dismay.
How did my glucose get to be so darn high?
I know my tubeless pump is secured firmly to my thigh.
It wasn't the early lunch of carb free salad with chicken.
Guess I should have just had water or stuck to lime wedge lickin'.
Time to punch in a bolus and get some more insulin to flow.
Oh hell, I don't have my pump's controller- where oh where did it go!?
It is not in my bag, there's no bulge in my front pant pocket, (READ MORE)
