I sip my French vanilla coffee and go to take my first glorious bite of this heavenly bagel. While reaching for my "diabetes bag" to grab my insulin, my stomach drops. There is no blue diabetes bag to be found. Crap. I left it at home. Double crap. Home is in Queens and 1.5 hour, subway, round trip without delays. (which if you live on the NW line you know NEVER happens). Big fat crap. Thank the Lord my boss has a diabetic daughter because most people wouldn't be so understanding.
HOW DOES ONE FORGET THEIR INSULIN!!! Silly girl. That beautiful bagel met a tragic end in the trash can. The funny thing is, there was a moment where I actually considered eating the thing and just dealing with the high until I got home. Good morning Keytones!
Better Luck Tuesday.