Diabetes Radar Blips.
We made it to the church just before the wedding started on Saturday afternoon, and the bride looked beautiful. It was like a mini-roommate reunion, with all of my roommates in attendence and ready to celebrate. But as we sat in pew and watched her say "I do," I noticed a run in my stocking.
"Oh man! A run. In my stocking." (I kept thinking about that lady in Lost In Translation, who encourages Bill Murray to "lip her stocking, Mr. Bob Harris.")
We had some time to kill between the service and the reception, so we stopped by CVS to grab another pair of stockings. Being the awkward human being that I am, I managed to remove the torn stockings most ungracefully, ripping loose the infusion set that was (at one time) adhered to my left thigh.
"Damn it!" Blood spurted out from the manged site, which was now fully torn out. "Shit - I tore out the site."
"Do you have an extra one?"
"Yeah, back here somewhere."
Thankfully, on our weekends in RI, we live out of our car. My travel bag was in the backseat, where I had a backup infusion set and the Quick-Serter handy. I prepped the site with an IV wipe and mutted to myself as I reprimed the pump.
"Thank God we had the travel bag with us, or I'd be screwed."
"You have syringes with you, though, right?" Chris asked.
"Yeah, but no Lantus. I'd be dosing little weeny bits of Humalog every hour or so just to keep up. Forget sleep - it would be a nightmare. And even if we got a bottle of Lantus, things would be all mucked up on Sunday and Monday."
I popped the new infusion set in my leg and pulled on a pair of nylons. New stockings, new infusion set - both "rips" were just blips on my radar.
But it struck me how much I take this technology for granted sometimes. I'm used to the pump being attached and everything just plain working. A tugged out infusion set can throw my whole weekend into a tailspin. I try and plan for unforeseen issues, but you can't plan for everything. There's a lot of crap to remember! Extra infusion sets, enough test strips, glucose tabs for a low, an insulin pen in case of a high ... and back ups of these back ups. Diabetes pack-muling.
People have asked me why I bring so much stuff everywhere. Why I'm always toting a bag that makes me shoulders ache after a few hours of carrying it on my shoulder. Why when someone says, "Oh, do you have a pen?" or "Anyone have some gum?" or "Hey, would anyone happen to have grape flavored glucose tabs?" - I'm their go-to girl. It's tough to pack light when you're trying to prepare for all the diabetes variables.
"Okay, so you're set now?"
"Set. Literally." (Oh, diabetes humor.) "Want to stop by Second Beach before the reception?"
Diabetes can be a huge pain in the arse. And sometimes it can just be a blip on the radar. I'm thankful for the blippers. :)