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This morning I went to the gym before work. 40 minute+ workout. Cross training (ish). Weights, planks of torture, rowing, kettle sillies and some dancing around because that’s how I talk while exercising (apparently). Jump around! I stopped at Starbucks as I walked home. My local Starbucks remains\u00a0under construction. I keep going there, forgetting the closed sign on the door. I started to walk down the steps and OUCH!\u00a0 It felt like something stabbed me in the butt. Not my butt really, but the part under your butt where your thigh starts. \u00a0I took 2 more steps down. OUCH!\u00a0 Was I being bitten ON\u00a0the crease of my butt?\u00a0 What?\u00a0 Nope. \u00a0Kept walking feeling\u00a0too embarrassed to grab my own butt. At a traffic light I pulled on the fabric of my spandex pant leg and jumped around, smiling, knowing the expression “Ants in Your Pants” was appropriate to my movements. \u00a0Somehow that fixed the problem. \u00a0Weird. I\u00a0kept walking. \u00a0Took a step off the curb and OUCH. \u00a0The biting was back but slightly moved. \u00a0I jumped around wanting to stick my hand down the butt of my pants but keenly aware that I would absolutely run into\u00a0someone I knew. \u00a0I kept pulling on my pants and swiped my hand over the spot expecting to feel a straight-pin sticking out. \u00a0Nope. \u00a0Nothing. \u00a0Stabbing feeling stopped. \u00a0Weird.<\/p>\n

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I thought this might have been on my butt since I had 2 of these in my feet a few days earlier. They are called Sandspurs,\u00a0logically.<\/p><\/div>\n

As soon as I walked in my front door, I pulled off my pants (careful not to disturb the Dexcom sensor on my thigh and my insulin pump site on my hip). \u00a0Looked inside my pants. \u00a0Nada. \u00a0Looked at the outside of my pants. \u00a0Nada. \u00a0Looked at the floor. \u00a0Nope, nada. \u00a0I took a step towards the shower. \u00a0OUCH! \u00a0I felt my butt. \u00a0Look what I found.<\/p>\n

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They are everywhere, people. \u00a0Everywhere. \u00a0I walked around (and worked-out) at least an hour with a BG test strip in the crease of my butt\/thigh. \u00a0Well played diabetes…better than being in my sock…. again.<\/p>\n

Why am I sharing this story? \u00a0An opportunity to chat about my butt? \u00a0Not really (ish). \u00a0I believe sometimes we just have to laugh at the absurd\u00a0things that happen because of diabetes. \u00a0At the end of the day, here are your cards,\u00a0play the hand you were dealt (I couldn’t come up with anything like that involving butts. \u00a0I went down a path of Sir-Mix-A-Lot and then a thing about the Kardashians but that got too strange). \u00a0I stripped and found a strip? \u00a0Nah.<\/p>\n

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