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Boop Beep Boop.

“Boop beep boop!”

The sound is unmistakable, as it used to ring out from my hip for so many years.  That noise, the sound of a Medtronic insulin pump alerting for whatever reason, used to be my soundtrack before Fur Elise and the “boop boop boop!” of the Animas pump replaced it.

Boop beep boop!”

I was sitting outside of the classroom where my daughter was meeting with the school administrators for her pre-kindergarten screening tests when I heard that familiar noise.  (The tests upon which I will not comment because this whole process is so strange and so involved – whatever happened to reading books and milk cartons and coloring?  In related news, I’ve become an old bird.)

Looking up, I saw a teacher walking down the hallway, casually talking to her colleague with their lunch bags in hand, her fingertips deftly and instinctively pressing the buttons on her insulin pump, administering what I assumed was a lunch bolus.

“Boop beep boop!”

Even though I’ve found so much comfort in the diabetes community and have made lifelong friends who are funny, kind, and also happen to not make their own insulin, I wanted to leap up and say hi to the woman in the elementary school who also wore an insulin pump.  She was here!  In my town!  Randomly!  A PWD (person with diabetes) spotting in-the-wild is always exciting.  Kind of like finding Bigfoot, only with fewer over-the-shoulder glances and more “see a birthday cake!” faces.

But instead, I sat in the folding chair and minded my own business, secretly thrilled once again by the knowledge that it only takes a quiet series of beeps and boops to remind me that I am not alone.

 

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  1. Martha #

    It’s amazing the kinship I feel when I see a pump or some other “tell” of diabetes. Last year my son was having his wisdom teeth out and there was a boy about his age in the waiting room who had a pump and I wanted to talk to him but felt like that might be creepy. Then I wanted to talk to the mom because I assumed he was also there for oral surgery and I figured she might be extra worried because her son had diabetes, and then I got all confused because I didn’t know if I should relate as a mother or as a diabetic or not at all and so I decided not to say anything. But there is something about seeing a fellow traveler that is so comforting. You know they’re out there but you don’t often know who they are.

    04/28/15; 4:23 pm
  2. Nell #

    You are fortunate. I would love to meet fellow pumpers….only know of one in my hometown.

    04/28/15; 7:41 pm
  3. David #

    I love this post.

    04/29/15; 9:17 am
  4. Karen Yadgar #

    I was at Pearson International Airport in Toronto and their version of a TSA agent struck up a conversation with me after I told him I was wearing an insulin pump. He was so nice and told me he had Type 1 diabetes also but did not wear a pump because he couldn’t get approval from his insurance. He said he was in pretty bad control too so you would think his insurance would approve a pump for him, right? I felt badly for him but at the same time I was happy to have met another Type 1. Sometimes these strange things happen.

    04/29/15; 12:05 pm
  5. Ryan #

    I had something similar happen in a lecture hall at university years ago!

    In the middle of lecture I got the “battery low/warning” tones from my Minimed. So I pulled it out… everything fine. I was a bit confused, but figured maybe I just heard it in my head. About 30 seconds later again I heard the *boop beep boop*, then the girl seated 2 desks infront of me pulled out her pump, glanced at it, cleared the warning, and went back to paying attention to the lecture.

    I debated saying anything, but decided to let it pass in anonymity. 🙂

    04/30/15; 3:55 pm

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