Slim fitting pants with no pockets. A shirt with no practical place to stash anything.
Ah, but I’m still wearing it.
It’s not tucked into the waistband of my pants. It’s not lurking in my bra. It’s not taking up residence in a pocket or clipped to a belt.
“Where’s your pump, Kerri?”
“In my sock.”
I don’t know why I didn’t think of this before. With the infusion set in my outer thigh and the 23 inch tubing more than enough to traverse my short stature, the pump can be easily tucked into the top of my trouser sock. And with a slight flare at the bottom of my pants, the bulge can’t even be detected.
Tricky little spot for my high-tech little buddy.
This may not be as fashionable in the summer, but it’s working out just fine for winter wares. And granted, I may look a little bit strange when I reach down into my sock to bolus, but I’m willing to take that risk. Maybe investing in a remote for the pump? (Does anyone use a remote for their pump?)
I may need to have a little chat with Santa.