Her supplies used to live in the bottom drawer of a new addition in our kitchen. She has the meter kit, a small sharps container, insulin, needles, alcohol wipes, pens and lancettes along with a weekly paper log. She had small containers to conveniently hold them all. Unfortunately her carefree attitude of life in general conflicts with my deeply rooted desire for order and control. Nothing was in the containers. There was always an insulin top or plastic safety bottom rolling around every time I opened that drawer to access papers I also kept there. Used test strips are just plain gross. They were scattered everywhere; inside, next to and above the entire cabinet. Bloated sheets of the paper log no longer needed got in the way of everything.
I roll my eyes. "I'm warning you. This is my new cabinet and you'll need to keep your stuff clean.”
[Teenage angst and slouch] “I know. I will.”
**Repeat conversation at least once a day, for weeks**
[Exasperated but still lovely looking mom--that’s me] “If you can’t keep this organized you’ll need to find a new home for it.”
[Muffled noncommittal agreement while said daughter is playing with her IPod]
Finally the day came. “Honey, your supplies have been evicted. Gather your things and leave.”
“Here’s a nice plastic hospital bucket. It’ll do. You’ll need to keep it in your room. It is no longer welcome down here.”
So I cleaned out the space and piled it in this ugly pink container. Luckily my tenant didn't destroy anything and therefore I didn't need to keep her security deposit or have to repaint. But still, it hurt a little. She's diligently keeping everything in one place now but the bucket is just as disorganized and messy as the drawer was. All I do now is remind her to empty the sharps container. Sometimes there is no way of adding another syringe without causing bodily injury. Otherwise, I leave her alone to manage it herself, which in my opinion is not managing it at all.
"When can I bring my stuff back?" she asked not too long ago. Obviously she doesn't care what the neighbors think about her public humiliation of eviction. But then again, what do staplers and tape dispensers know about anything anyway.
"When you can keep your bucket clean.”
[Exact imitation of my eye roll] “It is. I do.”
I sure hope the pink bucket is okay with this arrangement. It seems she may be taking a yearly lease in that residence. I hope she doesn't need to renew because if there's any way a plastic container can serve papers to have a renter kicked out, I think it will find a way.