I left my PDM at the box.
Never thought I’d see that place at 6am.
Ten bucks says my blood sugars are still great.
Don’t they say the third times the charm? I’m going to stretch that saying to mean: the third time of forgetting my PDM some place is the charm to never forgetting it ever again.
I guess I can’t complain. At least I don’t have a broken wrist. Shout-out to my mom, Linda, who is (or at least should be) relaxing on the couch soaking in the glow/grog of Percocet! I love you, mama.