Last night I was at a dinner with family and relatives. It was a somewhat dressed-up occasion at a nice restaurant.
I was trying to check my BG under the table. Just in keeping with decorum for a fancy place, I didn’t want to show off my blood drop to other diners in the restaurant.
My fingertips laugh at lancets trying to get blood, so occasionally I have to work hard to get a blood drop. I kept jabbing my finger over and over. I couldn’t get blood to come out.
My son was sitting next to me watching the whole thing. Finally he just shook his head, extended his hand and stuck out a few fingers and said, “Here, just use these.”