Woke up to this little gremlin number on my meter:
I pulled my site and immediately blood streamed out, leaving a trail down the side of my hip and actually running onto the bathroom floor (which is DISGUSTING and makes me feel like queen of the macabre). The site was sore and tender and 12 hours past the “three day” mark, which may explain why it went gross on me.
Regardless of the “why,” the day started with an insistent need to pee and then drink a ton of water from the faucet. And then change my pump out. And then rage bolus. And then start the day determined to have this be the One Thing that Sucks today instead of letting it set the stage for a crappy Tuesday.