Two lines a day

Batch cooked on a good day for the bad days. Six labelled boxes in the freezer and a great deal of smugness.

Anchored injection day to my shift pattern rather than to the calendar, which solved a problem I had been feeling guilty about for four months.

Two lines a day in a paper diary. Date, and one thing. That is the entire system and it has twice changed a clinical decision.

New sharps bin, and a plan for what happens to it when I move in September.

Tested three cool bags against a thermometer this weekend because I am that person. Results written up for the travel circle.

More when I know more.