This actually happened to me this morning....
Right, time for a Glucose reading
Lancet in gun. Check
Strip in meter. Check
Establish which finger doesn't hurt......
Hmmmm....I wonder if I can use toes ?
: good morning
Patton staggered home very late after another evening with his
drinking buddy, Paddy. He took off his shoes to avoid waking his wife,
Kathleen.
He tiptoed as quietly as he could toward the stairs leading to their
upstairs bedroom, but misjudged the bottom step. As he caught
himself by grabbing the banister, his body swung around and he landed
heavily on his rump. A whiskey bottle in each back pocket broke and
made the landing especially painful.
Managing not to yell, Patton sprung up, pulled down his pants, and
looked in the hall mirror to see that his butt
cheeks were cut and bleeding. He managed to quietly find a full box of
Band-Aids and began putting a Band-Aid as best he could on each place
he saw blood.
He then hid the now almost empty Band-Aid box and shuffled and
stumbled his way to bed..
In the morning, Patton woke up with searing pain in both his head and
butt and Kathleen staring at him from across the room.
She said, 'You were drunk again last night weren't you?'
Patton said, 'Why you say such a mean thing?'
'Well,' Kathleen said, 'it could be the open front door, it could be
the broken glass at the bottom of the stairs, it could be the drops of
blood trailing through the house, it could be your bloodshot eyes, but
mostly ....... it's all those Band-Aids stuck on the hall mirror.
