Easter morning dawned bright and early (with a confused little Bird wondering about the strange relationship that appeared to be in place between her parents and a giant bunny). Egg hunt, breakfast, and then off to visit relatives throughout the day.
Easter has always been one of those “Sunday best” holidays in my family, where people dust off their dresses and shirt-and-tie ensembles and work a higher octane look for the holiday. I like this tradition. I like dressing up once in a while. (It’s a stark contrast to my work-from-home attire, which only includes a nice shirt on the days when I have a video conference call … notice I didn’t mention anything about nice pants.)
But holy eff did I want to throw out every single diabetes device yesterday and go back to shots for a few hours, all because of one, stupid dress.
The dress I wore didn’t have any pockets. It was a fit-and-flare style dress, which meant that it was cinched in a bit at the waist and didn’t leave a lot of room for my insulin pump to be stashed in the waistband of my tights without looking bulky. And the disco boobs route wasn’t a good fit, because the dress was fitted in such a way that the pump looked like a giant LEGO stuffed into my dress. My Dexcom sensor kept getting caught on my tights (I wear the sensor on my outer thigh) and looked again like I was infusing LEGOs to random parts of my body.
I was the LEGO Easter Robot, and it was frustrating.
But despite my fashion-related bitching, it was better for me to keep devices on this time, instead of trying to make the flip to MDI (multiple daily injections) for the day. Despite eating several times throughout the day and indulging in foods that are historically rough on my blood sugars (read: Peeps), my blood sugars stayed reasonably in range, and I was able to stalk my numbers on my Dexcom graph.
Sometimes it’s better for me to embrace being a robot.