|Don't do this at home. It ruined one of my pens.|
And most recently, in a tree. In a very touristy park. Oops.
I never question it though. I think I'm naïve. Once while I was on a solo backpacking trip raccoons stole all my food on the first night because I didn't think they would. They did it to spite me.
So our (Jeff and mine) riding plans were to drive to this location. This touristy reservoir and ride from there. My insulin is always in my bag because my bag is always with me. Even though I had pre-loaded syringes and stuffed them in my jersey, I grabbed my bag at the last minute not even thinking about it. I looked around wondering where a good place to hide my pens would be. There was a small tree right in front of the car. A big bushy one with lots of shade. I reached up and placed them as high as I could in a cute little crook almost asking to cradle my insulin. I figured, “nobody looks up!”. I also thought if they DID look up and find my secret stash, they’d be most likely to leave it.
I know.. smack my hand why don’t you!
Needless to say, when we got back from our adventure the insulin was gone. We searched the grass but it wasn't there either. My immediate thought was, “oh well. I've got backup cartridges at Jeff’s place and syringes. I’ll just have to get new pens when I get home.”
But this was a touristy place. There was a visitors centre. There was also a state police station attached to said visitors centre. The nice folks sent me next door to the fuzz. I walked over there barefoot and sweaty and was all, “Hey, you gots my drugs yo?”. Okay it was more a sheepish, “Uhhhm, I was told you have my insulin pens?”
Fuzz: “Why yes we do.” Complete with sideways glance and scowl.
Me: “I put them in a tree so they wouldn't cook in the car, I do it all the time.” Shit, why’d I say that?
Fuzz: “You shouldn't do that, what if a kid accidentally injects him/herself?”
Me: thinking, good luck kid trying to figure it out but okay, I get it. “I'm sorry, I forgot my cooler and we were going out riding for 5 hours, I didn't know what else to do.”
He takes my address and other info. I apologized some more and said some shit about “I understand my mistake, I promise I’ll never do it again.” But really what I was really thinking, “I’ll hide it farther away next time and maybe remove the needle tips.”
Fuzz: “well because you are a law abiding citizen, we’ll let you have your pens back.”
Me: Thinking, how the hell do you know if I'm a law abiding citizen? Gimme back my drugs. Furthermore, I WILL attempt to rip those out of your hands because they are my life-sustaining meds. So.....gimme back my drugs dammit!
Me: “Thank you, I'm sorry, I won’t do it again.”
Note to self: USE FRIO! (at the very least)
End note: Of course I understand the err of my ways being nonchalant about the fact that insulin is a dangerous injectable drug. Sometimes I forget how much power I hold in my hands. But If I can walk into the pharmacy (here in Ontario) and buy it right over the counter with no prescription, how safe is that?! ANYBODY can buy syringes and insulin here.