…….I would be a very fat dog. A happy fat dog. My god, how do these things get everywhere? The girl checks her own blood glucose a lot and I think she thinks she’s like Gretel from that story. Instead of crumbs she leaves a trail of test strips. I guess it would work if she ever got lost. Whatever, I would be with her and could find our way home. She needs to quit littering.
Cars. School. The living room. Parking lots. MY BED! Her pockets. I guess I should be happy she is willing to check so much. I want her to be healthy.
Now if only Bayer would make a blood glucose meter that uses bits of steak as the strips…… Someone get on that. Please.