It's fricking freezing here lately. Gone are the winters of 2006 where I barely turned on the heat and didn't bust out my wool jacket until almost February. Here come the constant snow showers, rotten and battered hands, and frozen meters.
Yes, frozen meters.
Last night, after going to the gym, Chris and I stopped at the grocery store to pick up the ingredients for another attempt at soup. (Pearl onions, chicken, black pepper, and celery. It was definitely another good recipe from that book.) Since we were just popping in for a few minutes, I left my gym bag in the car - with my iPod, water bottle, and glucose meter.
The wind was bitterly cold and biting through my sweatshirt. I scampered over to the car and started it up while Chris loaded the groceries into the back seat. (What a guy - always protects me from the elements!) Feeling a little light-headed, I rescued my meter from my bag and unzipped the case.
"Whoa. This thing is like a block of ice!" I said.
"What?" Chris asked from outside the car, over the rustle of the plastic bags.
I popped a strip into the meter.
TEMPERATURE ERROR. OUT OF OPERATING RANGE.
Oh fantastic. I rubbed the meter between my hands and blew on it, trying to thaw out its innards. After a minute, I stuck the strip back in.
TEMPERATURE ERROR. GOOD TRY, THOUGH.
Arghhhh. Still feeling foggy, I cracked open the juice in my workout bag and took a few sips. Then I opened the battery compartment and breathed onto the disc batteries, hoping they'd warm up.
TEMPERATURE ERROR. KERRI, TRY YOUR ARMPIT.
STICK ME IN YOUR ARMPIT.
IT WILL WARM ME UP. REFER TO OWNER'S MANUAL.
Is this thing serious? I removed the meter from the plastic holding case, looked from side to side to see if anyone was watching, and then shoved the meter into the armpit of my sweatshirt. After waiting another minute, I tried again with another test strip.
AH, THANKS. CODE 22.
I pricked my finger and applied a drop of blood. Five second count down. 68 mg/dl.
DO YOU NEED A SNACK?
"I already had some juice. I'll just wait to come up."
OKAY. MAKE SURE YOU TEST LATER JUST TO MAKE SURE.
Chris opened the door and settled into the driver's seat. "You will, what?"
"Nothing. I was just ... nevermind."