I just had something of a collection of diabetes incidents, all within about half an hour of each other.
- In client meeting, at client premises…. My pump post-prandial alarm goes off to take a test. I open my pottle of strips and discover it empty – a-haaa, that’s why there’s a spare pottle in my bag though y’see! I get out the spare pottle which was in my bag and realise I’ve tricked myself…. It’s an empty one.
- Then, about four minutes later my pump alarm goes off…. It had gone off that morning because I had less than 20u of insulin left so I’d got a vial out of the work fridge to get it to…
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