Almost Gone
Having insulin in the butter compartment (where else?) is like having a security blanket, something to keep me reassured that all will be OK if something goes wrong. Say, if my insulin bottle is left in the direct sunlight, slips from my hand and shatters on the floor, or just happens to evaporate without my knowing. I'm reassured that there's more in the fridge. Not at the moment. Somehow, I forgot to call in a refill in late July. I noticed in early August, but somehow managed to forget again to call in my refill. By the time I did last week, I was down to half a bottle. I'm a little nervous, especially since there's been some wire-crossing between my endo and the pharmacy in restocking my supply -- no refills, so the endo has to sign and forward a new Rx, which hasn't happened despite my calls to his office and the pharmacy. So, after a pump refill over the weekend, I am now down to probably about one more 300-unit amount (or a quarter of a vial). My...