It was 6:45 p.m.
My daughter had gone straight from play practice to meet friends who were watching the end of a wrestling match in the high school gym. The plan was to go out for dinner afterwards.
I received a text:
'Dexi is dead and the meter won't turn on.'
We knew the Dexcom sensor was set to expire before the evening was out. But plan B was that she had her meter and would be fine using that instead.
But now she was not.
I grabbed two AAA batteries and let her know I would meet her at the front doors of the school.
'But what if it isn't the batteries?,' my daughter wisely replied.
So I also grabbed her spare pink one-touch mini meter. Since two dead meters don't equal a useful one, I popped in a test strip to check it, and, inevitably, its battery was dead. It takes one obscure flat battery. By the time I found a spare one of those, the contents of our 'diabetes box' were strewn across my daughter's floor and she was texting, 'Are you here yet?'
I pulled up to the doors, and she came out. She sat in the car with me and replaced the batteries in the regular meter. "Low meter batteries," it read.
"But I just put them in there- you brought new batteries, right?" I had, straight out of a container full of new batteries in the basement, I reassured her. Fortunately, the pink mini meter was working just fine so she was equipped for dinner.
She enjoyed her evening out and got home early enough to put in a new Dexcom sensor before bed.
The next morning I replaced the batteries in the usual meter one more time, and it worked.
Weird stuff can happen on any given Friday.