There are very few times when I want to make sure my insulin pump is completely concealed. I don't have a shred of shame about having diabetes, and I'm proud that I manage my disease using the technology available to me, but I'm not out to advocate at all times. Sometimes, I want diabetes to be off the discussion table. Like at my wedding (hid the pump perfectly in a secret pocket in my dress). While I'm always ready to advocate for diabetes, sometimes I'd rather just hang out.
This past weekend, Chris and I were invited to attend a 40th birthday party for M. Night Shyamalan. (Chris is working with Night on a project.) The party was at Night's house, with his family. And I had never met Night before. The very last thing I wanted to grapple with was pump tube sticking out of the top of my dress. I didn't want to be shuffling through the whole, "I have type 1 diabetes and ..." explanation while I'm trying to enjoy a party. So, for the first time in my seven years of pumping, I gave a go at the "bike shorts trick."
I still love this one the most.
Bit strange, sporting the spandex bicycle-style underwear underneath my dress, but they were perfect for concealing the pump. I just felt goofy not having a bike. ("I can haz invisible bike?") Wearing the shorts, I could tuck the pump into the waistband near my hip, with the face of the pump turned in towards my skin and the clip on the outside. Because the dress was sort of flowy in the front, the pump wasn't visible at all. Using the meter as my remote, I was able to bolus during the course of the night without drawing attention to the pump. (Almost wrote "to the bulge in my pants," but while that's kind of what I meant, it's totally not what I meant. /digression) And busting out the Ping meter looked more like I was texting instead of bolusing.
"You can't see it at all?" I asked Chris, turning to the side to see if the pump was visible in my profile.
"Not at all. You look great."
The party was awesome and Chris and I didn't get back to our hotel until almost three in the morning (never, ever admit to this party full of people that you haven't really had a drink since the baby was born - all of a sudden, you'll find yourself doing shots of Patron with the Shyamalan family). Blood sugars were suspiciously well-behaved, holding completely steady in the low 100s, despite drinks and dancing and these really delicious little dessert things that tasted so much like a blend of creme brulee and cheesecake - making it the ultimate taste combination. We had a blast - the house was amazing, our host was so gracious, and their family made it easy to feel comfortable and have fun.
And the bike shorts kept me from having to jump rope over tubing while partying. Thank you, invisible bicycle!