The residents of the kitchen counter.

There you are, just sitting there. On the kitchen counter, overshadowing the bowl full of red potatoes, onions, and garlic. Not to mention the much smaller prescription bottle of a month’s worth of levothyroxine.

You – that large metformin bottle are making your presence known, but you are still unopened.

Me? I’m just the blood glucose meter, attempting to reassure you, the metformin bottle, that you need to be there for her. Fastings regularly over 130, post-prandials regularly over 180.

No matter how much the little mp3 player fights its case, that she is going out on walks or using the elliptical for 30, 40, 50 minutes at a time – metformin has to be there for her. For now.

She is using every excuse in the book – work troubles, diet troubles, already exercising enough – you need to convince her otherwise, I tell you! She is one of the great procrastinators of the world, after all. Tell her that everything else can wait – her health is most important.

This time, I think she’ll listen.