This morning, after wandering around the house in search of my glucometer case (a device which measures blood glucose)—my frustration increasing with every room already cased—my attention was drawn to the floor. I was certain I had seen the meter first thing this morning on my bedside table. Colby, our 11 month old puppy, had been there in that moment before he jumped up to greet me.
But there it was inside the mouth of Colby who was tussling it about in his jaws. I had to laugh. Colby is an English Cocker and they are known to be curious little robbers – always in search of the forgotten cookie under the kitchen cabinet. This however was different. Colby, in his little life-span, has watched me test my blood sugar more than anyone in the house lately. Ironically, there is a 100% chance Colby doesn’t know that I have diabetes.
He watches me test my blood sugar before we can go for our walk.
He watches me test before I have my breakfast, lunch or dinner (and he’s got an interest in my meals, too).
He watches me test before I turn out the kitchen light before bedtime, and he may notice that it is the first thing I do in the morning.
He watches me before I leave the house (leaving him behind, too) and often, he watches me as soon as I return and there I am again, testing.
(He definitely smells the smudged blood on my fingers as he always does his best to lick the remains.)
So, had Colby had enough of my testing machine? Surely he has heard me talk to it – even yell at it sometimes. Does he hate the damn thing as much as me? Or did Colby want to inspect it further, like a dog does—tasting and sniffing the nylon pouch for clues to its identity?
Until Colby can talk I’ll never know.
As soon as we distracted him, he was on to something else, but from now on – I’ll make sure I keep the glucometer at a safer distance, take a moment to say hi to Colby before I stick my finger for blood and maybe – just maybe – speak to my glucometer a little more kindly in the future.
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