Monday, August 22, 2011

A moment of silence please

Today, Dexcom-Bob bit the dust.

You fought the good fight, friend. (Even though I called you names and often told you I hated you...)

Let us please observe a moment of silence in his memory.


  1. Do you take back your resignation now? Maybe your numbers weren't that crazy yesterday? Could it have been Bob's last battle with you before he gave up in defeat?

  2. I confirmed those numbers with finger sticks. Bob was ready very accurately. I'm sure I hurt his feelings and he left me forever.

  3. Rude.

    But, for the record, you left him first.