Tuesday, May 22, 2007

Belly Lancing?

Belly Lancing? No, that's not a typo.

I sat down to go through the whole d-routine before dinner. I mindlessly got out all the various d-paraphernalia, while chatting with the hubby. Next thing I know, I'm squeezing some of the belly fat with one hand, and getting ready to attack it with my meter lancet in the other!

Oops! Wrong sharp object!

Just in time I realized what I was about to do. After a couple laughs, I got back on track. Poked the finger, stabbed the belly with insulin, and all was well.

The post title was just too good to pass up.

1 comment:

Khürt Williams said...

Whoa! Belly lancing! Never done that. My fingers looks like swiss cheese.