Oops. Our blood ketone strips expired last September.
Just last week, I noticed that (all summer long) I’ve been enjoying string cheese from a warehouse club-sized package that expired in June.
A friend told me that in the back of her fridge she’d found a stalk of lemongrass that she believed was three years old. And it looked like it still had potential.
Back to the ketone strips: we almost never test for ketones. The last time I tested for ketones I’m pretty sure was in 2012. I know the school nurse checks whenever Bubs is over 250 mg/dL. We don’t follow that honor code at home.
But today Bubs was high after an afternoon of swimming. Weird. That’s never happened before. High and double arrows up. I attributed this to he must have been out of his pump for too long and/or had weird snacks. He entered a correction. An hour later he was almost 400 with double-ups. I checked the site and everything looked perfect. On closer inspection, I saw it: the King Neptune trident-looking bit had not been clipped in all the way. Fern. I need to test for ketones! That’s when I discovered we had only the expired blood ketone strips and a plastic bottle of the pee ones that had been opened last fall.
The jig will be up if Bubs starts puking and I contact the doctor on call and she asks me if he has ketones. That would be embarrassing. Also dangerous to Bubs’s health. And embarrassing.
The pharmacy is currently closed, says the CVS phone robot. I will get refills tomorrow.