His hands were shaking, as he inspected each of his fingers, trying to remember the last place I pricked him. I chuckled, wondering why he couldn’t just check his own blood sugar. We do this dance three times a day, every day. He presented me with a finger, his right ring finger, and I gripped his wrist to keep him from pulling away. I counted down quickly in my head – 3, 2, 1 – then pressed the button. He hissed between his clenched teeth, cursing beneath his breath, and I just shook my head, smiling to myself, as he squeezed a bead of blood from his finger. Hasn’t he gotten used to this yet?
*Every day, throughout the month of August, I will be participating in a fun writing experiment, known as Small Stones, for #AwakeAugust. To learn more, or for more examples of Small Stones, you can click here.
Jan
