Wednesday, April 14, 2010
For Accuracy's Sake
I backtracked, not believing it.
All food calculations had been right, enough time had passed, no extra stress, no tea or coffee, etc...
Changing the lancet, all the stars were aligned for a more accurate reading not tainted by any spot of "patient error." Finger pricked. Blood puddles on fingertip. Soakes into strip. Five... Four....Three...Two.... AND: 452.
Well. Crap. Fine.