Our first attempt at beginning insulin injections

Two days ago was supposed to be "the day" that Webber would begin his insulin injections.  Monday night I realized that I was out of test strips for the glucometer.  Thinking that I was going to need them for the day he started the injections, I went the next day to buy new strips.  I went to three different places during my lunch break to find the test strips.  I finally found them to be the cheapest at Target.  The lady at the pharmacy counter asked me if I had insurance.  I told her that it was for my cat, and she said "well I sure can't help you there".  LOL  She did look around for a coupon but could not find one. (at least she tried) :-)

Later that day I went to pick up Webber's insulin from the pharmacy.  That stuff is not cheap!!!  But these things I do for my babies....  So I get home with new test strips, insulin for the next day, syringes and my new sharps container.  I feel totally satisfied that we are ready for the next day to start.

I go to bed early that night and decide I am going to program the glucometer for the new strips.  I read the manual and learn how to do this.  I figured I will test the strips out just to make sure they are working.  Well.....I could not get the meter to suck up the blood!  My hubby and I must have gone through 11 strips that night testing each other and also using the control solution.  We got one to work, but that was it!  I resigned to the fact that they must be defective, and I will try to get new ones the next day.

The next morning I get up (a little wondering why my tummy was not all nervous) to take Webber to the vet.  Normally I am a basket case whenever I have to leave my babies at the vet all day.  But that morning I was feeling just fine.  I thought to myself that this was strange but I brushed it off.  I get everything I need to the car and come in to the house to get Webber, the insulin and syringes.  Just as I am about to take those things to the car, I drop the bag containing the *very high dollar* insulin on the kitchen floor.  I picked it up and thought to myself that I really need to check and make sure that it did not break.  IT BROKE AND I LOST THE ENTIRE VIAL OF INSULIN TO THE PALM OF MY HAND.

Of course I cursed myself and cleaned it up.  It stinks too btw.

I realized that the strips not working and me wasting Webber's insulin were 2 very good signs that we should not be going to the vet that day!!