Since it's nearly impossible to use the glucometer with three hands, I have designated one sister as my personal Florence Nightingale. And so to the first attempt at drawing blood...
Rub alcohol on the finger of choice. Apply dry cotton on the same area to avoid mixing alcohol with blood. Prick and draw blood. Let a droplet of blood flow on the yellow line on the strip. Easy, right? But definitely not if your blood is as viscous as mine.
So Florence, er my sister (who shall henceforth be called Florence on this site) had to squeeze the life out of my ring finger to produce a droplet until a scarlet orb appeared. Only if it would fall, run to the strip. Needless to say it won't, so Florence had to smudge it onto the yellow line. The unappreciative glucometer yielded ERR. Uh, for the undiabetic that means "error". So back to step one with my index finger this time. Guess what happened next? All in all, we ended up "doing" three fingers on the first day, two on the second and third day. And that's how many strips?!
A nutritionist friend of another sister said I should try drinking water with slices of okra (gumbo) soaked overnight. The gooey stuff produced in the water should do the trick. And guess what happened next?
Now, even Florence sees the lowly okra in a whole new light for my blood, once a drop breaks out of the confines of my skin, has become a river swimming downstream in haste to meet the sea's embrace. Ahh...
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