When Cheyenne was really little, we used to put those teeny band-aids on her fingers after she tested. Not really to stop the blood-there really wasn't a lot of it left after the copious amounts of blood the old test strips used to require (
enough to donate to a blood bank if you ask me). We put the bandage on her fingers because, as any parent knows, there's some sort of magic power in a band-aid that makes a kid forget all about their troubles. I'd buy them by the carton because we'd use so many. BUT...the downside to easing Cheyenne's woes meant increasing mine. These darn band-aids would stay on her finger for about an hour and then she'd shed them off all over the house. To my major distress I would find them everywhere: stuck to the furniture, carpets, cushions, and sometimes hitching an unauthorized ride on my clothes. It drove me crazy! But it made her feel better so I just suffered through the whole ordeal by imagining the day she'd be older and these little landmines would be a distant memory.
Fast forward 15 years and things haven't changed much. Though I'm not finding band-aids everywhere--that's changed. Nowadays the two diabetics left at home leave me tiny test strips almost everywhere! And while they are much easier to suck up into oblivion with a vacuum, they still drive me crazy! Everywhere I go, these buggers are there vexing me at every turn.
Oh won't the madness go away??
But then I realize something. When I finally get my wish, when these terrible tokens finally disappear from my house, like the band-aids have and Cheyenne with them, then it would only mean the other kids will be gone too.
So now when I start to tire of the test strip landmines all over the place, I realize it's not so bad after all. So for now, I continue to do all my mine-sweeping with my vacuum...and a better attitude!
