I’m pretty sure if I wasn’t a diabetic, my suitcase would be about twenty pounds lighter. Seriously, if you looked inside my bag, you’d swear I was going on some kind of six-month sabbatical to England, off to ponder philosophy and literature in the halls of Oxford.
I have a 100 test strips, an extra glucose meters, an extra full bottle (in raspberry, the only flavor I can tolerate), entire box of silhouettes, 10 IV preps, 10 alcohol swabs, five reservoirs (they are reusable if you just screw the cap and plunger back on and I didn’t want to have to open an entirely new box just to get four more), a half opened bottles of Humalog, one completely full bottle of Humalog still in its original box, thirty syringes and a bottle of Lantus.
But that’s not all! In my purse is my regular glucose meter with a full container of test strips, an extra bottle of test strips, plus a silhouette, IV prep, alcohol swab, a reservoir, another half opened bottle of Humalog, a roll of glucose tabs and a Hi-C juice box.
And my wallet, sunglasses, iPhone, keys and lipgloss.
And a partridge in a pear tree.
How is it diabetics are not suffering from chronic back aches as a complication for having diabetes? Because I’m going to need some serious chiropractic work after this trip!
I’m pretty sure I could stay an extra week or three in London and wouldn’t even notice! Maybe I’m being overly cautious but I have had to purchase a glucose meter and test strips in France and man oh man is it inconvenient. Luckily this time I’m in a country where I speak the language, but still.
No pain, no gain, right?