Blue Serter vs. me, Chapter 2 [Caution: graphic images!]

Sometimes, Big Blue Serter wins.

A little voice in my head kept telling me Put down the camera and stop the bleeding!  I should have listened to that voice.

But a truly passionate insane journalist/blogger never lets his own safety get in the way of his work.  (Note to self: always have tissues or paper towels handy when stabbing self with needles.  you might need them)

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On the second try, the sensor went in perfectly smooth, like butter (like buttah, as they say in New York).  Three seconds later, it came out – equally as smooth.  Shannon’s Diabetes Blunders must be contagious, because I apparently forgot to pull off the tape to expose the adhesive.

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On the third try, I went with an old reliable site, just below the elastic waistband of my Joe Boxers.  You won’t get a photo of that, but the boxers have images of skates, sticks, pucks, goalie masks on them.  They’re really cool, and a little blood wouldn’t exactly be out of place.  (You didn’t need to know that).

But it’s a good thing I keep these sensors in for more than three days (you shouldn’t.  It’s against the law, remember?).  Because now I’ve got extras to get me through.  Whether with test strips, sensors, or anything else, it’s always good to have reserves, just in case.

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My arm hurts.

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See also: The Big Blue Serter vs. lil’ ol’ me (Chapter 1)