I was all ready to post this:
I felt defeated. I mentally counted how many test strips I had with me, and wondered if I should set up some reminders to test every hour. (Have I mentioned that not wearing my CGM makes me feel a little helpless?)
But then, as I reached in the wrong pocket for my insulin pump, I discovered:
Apparently my hip is dead? How did I not feel that in my pocket? Ixnay on the anicpay. We're good.
(Sidenote: I am really, really going to miss Picnik when it shuts down next month.)