I’m revisiting the tail end of my time in Los Angeles celebrating with George for his 20 year diabetes diagnosis anniversary. There’s just a few more stories (and pictures) to share before I can close the book on that adventure.
After the celebration everyone parted ways for a little siesta. We met up a bit later for dinner for more visiting and lots of laughing.
I started double-fisting Diet Coke’s early in the evening. Didn’t take too many Diet Cokes before I dropped my Dexcom into a pile of ketchup and the bartender had to cut me off.
It took a bit of work to clean it up, but in the end it was probably better in the ketchup than in my sodapop. Do you think ketchup voids my warranty?
