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?
Again, a sweet, funny story of frustration! I hope you got the help to put it together and to set it up. I'm willing to help with that last part.
ReplyDeleteKaren at Northside set it up, but thank you. The danged plastic strips were not meant to come out -- they are to stay in there and help lift the batteries out. :)
DeleteThose question marks are supposed to be a laughing face!
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