Where the pen lives

Quickly, before bed.

Small logistics win: worked out where the pen actually lives in a fridge shared with four other people and a toddler's yoghurts.

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.

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

Shift in six hours.