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needles??? Just had to share this - I'm still laughing! 
Last night, I wasn't sure that my blood glucose monitor was working correctly - it was giving me numbers too good to be true. I asked my DH to test his blood because I had run out of the stuff you need to be sure your meter is working correctly. I thought if his blood got a different result than mine (which had been within 1 or 2 of the same number for the last 3 tests that day), that that would show the meter was working correctly.
Anyway, if you are a diabetic, you know about those little tools that prick your finger - it really doesn't hurt much (if at all) and you get a small drop of blood to put on the test strip.
Well! You think I'd asked him to give himself a vasectomy with a dirty table knife!
He moaned and groaned and acted like pricking his finger would cause the kind of terrible pain that only morphine could ease. I was actually quite surprised - all this time I thought he was so brave and strong. His hands always have little scrapes and calluses from working on the yard or around the house.
I'm still laughing - he did eventually manage to do it (although he went looking for a bandage afterwards, the big baby)!
And my meter must be working OK because it gave him a totally different number (which of course it should). Guess those too good to be true blood sugar numbers are really true. I love Dr. Atkins!


Last night, I wasn't sure that my blood glucose monitor was working correctly - it was giving me numbers too good to be true. I asked my DH to test his blood because I had run out of the stuff you need to be sure your meter is working correctly. I thought if his blood got a different result than mine (which had been within 1 or 2 of the same number for the last 3 tests that day), that that would show the meter was working correctly.
Anyway, if you are a diabetic, you know about those little tools that prick your finger - it really doesn't hurt much (if at all) and you get a small drop of blood to put on the test strip.
Well! You think I'd asked him to give himself a vasectomy with a dirty table knife!

I'm still laughing - he did eventually manage to do it (although he went looking for a bandage afterwards, the big baby)!
And my meter must be working OK because it gave him a totally different number (which of course it should). Guess those too good to be true blood sugar numbers are really true. I love Dr. Atkins!

