Yay for FedEx!
FedEx has arrived!!
For about fifteen minutes, I had two insulin pumps on my desk at work. I felt like I was on a diabetes version of MTV's Cribs, all pimped out with two pumps. (All pumped out?) Approximately $12,000 worth of medical equipment in my hands. Whoa.
I hadn't programmed a new pump in four years. After setting the time, date, programming in my sensitivity factors and insulin-to-carb ratios, I was ready to set the new one up with my basal rates and start the transition.
Only ... I couldn't press the 'down' button on Old Pump to access the basal review. And I had NO CLUE what my rates were. They were written down somewhere at home, but I was at work. Damn it!!
After talking to myself, to the Old Pump, and to God, the 'down' button finally gave in and allowed me to scroll through the basal review menu. (Coercing the button to work took almost fifteen minutes.) I quickly wrote my basal rates on a post-it note and entered them into the New Pump. Snagged the reservoir from the Old Pump, inserted it into the New Pump, primed it up and reconnected to my infusion set. Ahh, insulin bliss.
In accordance with the letter I received from Minimed, I bade Old Pump a fond farewell and tucked it into the return envelope.
New Pump is shiny and blemish-free, completely devoid of the dings from doorknobs and scuffed with paint from the doorjambs in every apartment I've lived in over the last four years. It was strange, placing my Old Pump into the envelope to mail back to Minimed. I've worn that pump for years. I've had it in bed with me. It's gone on planes. It was there the night I got engaged. It has almost fallen in the toilet and has been stashed in my bra and has ended up wrapped around my thigh while I sleep. Strange attachment to this inanimate object.
Holding New Pump and knowing full-well it had previously been a part of someone else's life was strange. But now it's part of mine. It may have missed the engagement, but it will be there at the wedding. (Unless I upgrade in January. Hmmm. Maybe I need to stop forming attachments to inanimate objects entirely, as their turnover is inevitable.)
So for now, I'm 179 mg/dl (too much pump excitement, I think). New Pump and I are bonding. He knows I like iced coffee and I don't like using the bolus wizard unless I'm over 240 mg/dl. I know he likes long boluses, being tucked into my pocket, and boop beep boop-ing.
I didn't tell him that Old Pump liked boop beep boop-ing, too. I want him to think he's the only one. ;-)