Friday, September 6, 2013


When you can't remember where your dexcom is and after tons of searching pockets and purses and cars, you just give up. 

That moment 20 minutes later when you are engrossed in d-blog reading and you just about fill your shorts because your boobs buzz because of a low sugar alert. 

That happened to a *cough* friend *cough* of mine.

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