Vampires are like in now, right? Books, movies, TV shows, endless streams of merchandising ... vampires are cool. (Unless they're staring into your bedroom window from your backyard, in which case, that's creepy and maybe it's best to leave vampires to fictional tales.)
But what about vampire cannulas? Like the kind that work just fine for the first 36 hours of an infusion set but then go to complete crap and end up sore and stinging and you pull it out to see the cannula crammed with blood?
Oh Edward. Oh Jacob. What's the deal, kittens? Why are your vampire people messing with my insulin pump? Unless I get the glittery skin and the whole "live forever" thing, I'm not excited about these blood-filled cannulas. They screw with my boluses, they muck up my basals, and they make for very messy post-prandial blood sugars.