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Irrational Fears: Diabetes Style

The moment I found out my life would involve multiple finger sticks everyday was the moment I decided poking my thumb and second finger was going to hurt too much.

Middle finger, ring finger, pinky...ya'll are my go-to's.
It's been this way for literally, 16 years.

I also don't have a "system" for rotating the finger stick location, so if we look at the numbers, this equates to...on average...

16 years, 365 * 16 days = 5840 days
~ 4 tests per day (it's usually more now, but it was definitely less when I was a kid) = 23,360 finger sticks
divide by the number of fingers used 23,360/6

= 3,893.33 finger sticks per finger.

Yikes. 

If I could convince myself to utilize the four extra fingers I have been graced with, this number might be closer to about 2,336 finger sticks per finger. But I just can't do it!!

Does anyone else have an irrational Diabetes-related fear?


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  1. You and I are the same. I rarely go to the thumb and first finger. Only if I cannot get blood from the other 6. The thumbs are the WORST. =)

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    1. It's seems so crazy that we can stab ourselves with insulin pump sites, CGM needles and pen needles, yet get so freaked out about a tiny pinprick in the thumb. Even my mom laughs at me when I accidentally stick my thumb with her sewing needles or pins and yell out "yoooooowwwwww!!!"

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  2. At least you use both hands. I feel the same way you do about my thumb and second finger, it just feels too wrong to even think about. Unfortunately I also avoid my right hand, being right handed it just feels awkward.

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    1. Apparently I'm not as weird as I thought ;-)

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  3. I've only been poking for 11 years and I think I have only used those fingers maybe eleven times total. They're just different. They don't feel like testing fingers for some reason.

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