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One Possible Use for the Dexcom Case

...cause Lord knows, there aren't many...

After attempting to wear the pesky little black case that is shipped out with the Dexcom clipped to my pocket, I quickly realized "This is just not going to work!" I sort of tossed it aside and tossed the Dexcom into my pocket, it seemed to blend into my wardrobe a bit better that way (no conspicuous black bulgy thing hooked to my pocket, notquitebigenoughtobeaphoneandwhowearspagersanymore?!).

And then I came to a dilemma: what was I going to do with this MP3-player looking receiver when I had to fly?! And now, you are probably thinking, "You have a flight suit on with all those multitudes of pockets, stick it in one of those and shut yer yapper!" But you see, it is cold out right now, which means I have a jacket on over my flight suit, and a survival vest on over all of that - which basically means accessing those flight suit pockets is nearly impossible. I tried throwing the Dexcom in one of my survival vest pockets, but it was cumbersome to dig it out and look at it while crammed in the jump seat with copious notes sitting on my lap. There had to be a better way.

I noticed that I had several rungs left on my vest to clip stuff on, and then I remembered that awful case and the associated awful clip that came with the Dexcom shipment. Ah ha! So I tried it out this week, and it worked great! You see, there actually is at least ONE use for that bulgy case, I guess you just have to make sure you have other bulgy things on...



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  1. Holy smokes! You look so badass with all that stuff on! Take that, diabetes! :-)

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