Hooray! I have no idea why the previous Novorapid pen decided to die on me halfway though the usual 3 - 4 weeks use I generally get out of one, but I am rejoicing that a new pen from a new batch sorted last week's almost constant highs, with all my usual strategies failing to bring them down, and all is now back to what I consider normal for both ratios and blood sugars... (As one of my lovely lot said today, "Just what is normal?!? And who really cares? But, I rather like what is normal for us!")
I am also rejoicing I can return to my usual role for most of the next 10 days, in the unexpected absence of the one who necessitated my role change. There may be whirling dervish mode activated. Be afraid, colleagues and students, be very afraid.
But, right now this minute, I'm sitting still, pondering dealing with a musical mess, not of my making. Do I go with the dreadfulness, hope for the best, and point out to any grumblers "Nothing to do with me, I'm just paid to play." or do I go and look for another option to suggest which will be less dreadful - which will then necessitate thinking of a tactful way to say "This will work better and won't involve lots of people grumbling at either of us." Sighs deeply and toddles off to the music work laptop and the hymn books!