The other day, I smelled a skunk.
Not this kind of skunk.
And I didn't SMELL it as much as I noticed it was there.
In fact, it wasn't even me that figured it out. It was J.
I'm talking about skunky insulin.
Not just one bottle. Not two. Our ENTIRE SUPPLY.
Are you wondering how this happened?
This is how....
An open fridge door.
Not open like this. Just open a little crack.
I had noticed it earlier and didn't think much about it. J is the one who put the pieces together.
Sweets had been having weird high numbers. No matter what we did.... It made no sense. She wasn't getting sick. The pods were fine. We were rotating sites. And it's not that the numbers were all horrible like she was not getting insulin at all. Sometimes the numbers were good. But more often that not... they were off.
J noticed the fridge open just a crack. And he checked the insulin.
In the butter compartment - on the door - where we keep it.
It was all warm.
EVERY. SINGLE. BOTTLE.
Stupid fridge. It came with the house and I am positive it was the one that the builder put it - the absolute cheapest model available. I've been joking for months that one of these days when I open the door, it's just going to come off in my hands. It's probably about 12 years old. It's time for a new one!
Unfortunately, refrigerators are more expensive than insulin! We're waiting for a sale!
Anyway - just a friendly reminder to make sure your fridge door is always shut tight.
I don't want any skunks to visit you!