After my shower last night, I sat in my bathrobe and primed the pump for a new infusion set. Chris was home in CT for the evening, so we were chatting as I wiped the IV prep along my thigh and checked the tubing for pesky little air bubbles.
“Sure thing, I can bring you to the train station in the morning,” I said, and the infusion set inserter sprang forth with a shunk and the infusion set needle dove into my leg.
Disclaimer: Usually, changing my infusion set site doesn’t hurt. Most often, it’s a little pinch and maybe a little bit of soreness when I bolus for the first time, but usually it’s hardly noticable.
This site change, however, stung like a sonofabitch.
I pulled back the Quick-Serter and threw it on my desk. “Be right back.”
Walked into the bathroom, gritting my teeth and feeling the infusion set imbedded in my muscle with every step. I shut the bathroom door, turned on the overhead fan, leaned against the sink and let loose with a soft slip of the foulest curse words I could muster.
After a few minutes, the pain ebbed away a bit and I could walk okay. I went back in to the office.
“You okay, baby?” Chris asked.
“Yeah. Man, that infusion set was a nasty little one. It stung like mad!”
Last night in bed, every time I rolled on my side, I felt the sting. This morning when I bolused for my breakfast, it felt like fire. But my blood sugars appear to be just fine, so it’s not a question of absorption. It’s now become a question of my Stubborn Self, rearing her ugly head once more. I could pull the set right now and replace it with the back up one I keep at the office.
“You can’t feel it now, Kerri. You’re fine.” Internal Motivational Speaker wakes up from her nap and stretches her arms over her fictional head. “Just leave it until tonight and change it after you get back from the gym.”
I’ll wear this insulin pump 24 hours a day. I’ll make it a part of my life. And I’ll even spend all that money on the blasted supplies. But this sting? This hot sting that makes me feel like I have an irate bee trapped in the leg of my pants?
Forget it. It’s not worth it.
I’m pulling the set at lunch.