Finger filth
When I was first diagnosed with diabetes, my parents were like hand-washing nazis, so super diligent in making sure I had washed my hands and then (for added assurances) swabbed my fingertips with alcohol before testing my blood sugars to ensure as accurate a reading as the glucometre of the day could produce. As the years progressed, however, and as I completely took over this disease of mine, to say that diligence has slipped is an understatement – it went down the slide decades ago and has been buried under a myriad of finger filth for eons! And then there was today… In the hustle and bustle of trying to get myself and Little Ring organized for an afternoon at the movies (our first together!) I was multitasking like crazy, making my lunch, feeding and changing the boy, getting the diaper bag in order and cutting up an apple for […]