PANIC! No, Wait, Everything's Fine.

For about five seconds, I thought today was a first: after arriving at work, I rummaged through my purse (and because my purse is huge, it took a while) for my CGM. I came up short. I thought, "Noooo! I finally left it at home for the first time!".

I was all ready to post this:

I felt defeated. I mentally counted how many test strips I had with me, and wondered if I should set up some reminders to test every hour. (Have I mentioned that not wearing my CGM makes me feel a little helpless?)

But then, as I reached in the wrong pocket for my insulin pump, I discovered:

Apparently my hip is dead? How did I not feel that in my pocket? Ixnay on the anicpay. We're good.

(Sidenote: I am really, really going to miss Picnik when it shuts down next month.)