Everyone has stumbled across something they forgot they had. You're vacuuming the back seat of the car and find the sunglasses you loved last summer. Or you clean out a dresser drawer and there's a belt you replaced six months ago. You dig out a winter coat and there's a bill in the pocket - in the two seconds it takes to pull it in front of your eyes and unfold it there are limitless possibilities (If it's a buck, that could mean a Coke from the vending machine; $5 means I'm going out to lunch; $10 means I'm going out to lunch at a place that has waiters or waitresses; $20?!? Well now that may be worth saving for a hat you've been eyeing or going out for pizza instead of staying home. Larger?!?)
I put a coat on last week that I hadn't worn since the fall. Just like above, I reached in the pocket and instantly knew what my fingers had wrapped around. I knew what it was, knew what it been used for.
I had found a test strip.
Found test strips are an endless source of bewilderment for a T1D parent. We burn through them like Kojak with lollipops, and sometimes a wastebasket isn't handy. At 1:30 am, when you've tiptoed down a flight of stairs, stubbed your toe twice but can't yell 'cause you'll wake the house, you're fighting a low and get "Error-5" your immediate thought is not "I must carefully place this in the trash bin", it's "ARRRGH!! I HAVE TO DO IT ALL AGAIN?!!".
And so it gets set on a shelf or flung against a wall, or worse - you just palm it until you need your hand for something else, and so it ends up in a pocket. Under couch cushions. In the dog crate?!? I should keep a log. If only there were someplace where I can keep track of these things...
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