Everywhere else but where I would like it...

I use Myra as a patient to test for diabetes at a diabetes research center. Good start huh? They mailed me a package to get a blood sample from Myra. It has been sitting on the shelf for a couple of weeks so I decided to take it down so I could see it and when I am in the mood to make her cry I will get the sample. In this package is a kit on how to take a blood sample, a needle thing that you push so it will poke your finger, a numbing thing, some band-aides, and a tube to put the sample in. Well Myra found them. There were 2 needle things because you can only set it off once...so Myra set off one but somehow didn't poke her finger. She thought it was cool and played with the broken one for a while.

Explanation for why she thinks this is cool: Whenever Mason pokes his finger to test his blood sugars Myra is usually right there beside him because she wants her fingers poked too. Mason pretends to poke her finger and then pokes his.

Okay back to the story...well she found the other poker, grabbed that and actually poked herself. I heard her crying from a different room and when I came in she was wiping her bloody finger on the table trying to get the blood off. Now I figured that since she poked it, all I had to do now was put some blood in the little tube and have it be over with. So I tried...I first put Kandie down in her bumbo seat in front of the crime scene and tended to Myra. Because she had wiped her finger so many times on the table I couldn't see where she actually poked herself so I am squeezing her finger to get some more blood out and she is screaming and because she is screaming Kandie starts to cry as well. I figured it was about time for me to cry too since everyone else was right? Now this was at 6:00 in the morning when she did this just to give you a idea of what I am feeling at this moment. I couldn't get any blood in the tube. You would think this would be easy but it wasn't. It was as if the tube had been bathed in oil because nothing was going in that tube. It would just run down the sides and on top of that try holding a screaming 2 year old, a tube and a finger. They just don't blend well together...So I just gave up and put a band-aide on it.

In the end my house looked like a murder scene. In all the panic we happened to get blood all over the walls, the table, up my arms, on both our clothes, and somehow on the bumbo seat...everywhere else but the tube...