Stressed and frantic from all the commotion in my life this week, my brain stopped working. I couldn't figure out the new diabetic meter..Yes, it was a mechanical problem again. I couldn't even turn on the meter to get started. Logically, I knew that meant I should check and see if there were even batteries inside.
To open the battery compartment door was not a piece of cake. Even though I pushed the little latch thing over and over again, the door did not open, so I found a baby screwdriver to help me. I pried and pried to no avail, and finally used brute force to open the compartment door.
I discovered danged plastic strips around the batteries which evidently needed removed. I pulled to no avail. They didn't peel off. What was I to do? I didn't want to break the new meter and have to pay for another one, so I called the pharmacy and decided to go in for help.
As I whipped the bag with the meter, all the supplies, the baby screwdriver, and directions up on the counter, I noticed the writing on the bag at the same time Karen from the pharmacy did, and we both started laughing. Obviously, I needed help. Who else but me would throw all of her diabetic supplies into a sack marked “Coblentz Chocolate Factory”and head for help?
