Yesterday, my daughter and I went to the beach (with my mom and my aunts and half of the state of Rhode Island) and I wore a bathing suit. I also wore a CGM sensor on my thigh and an insulin pump infusion set on my arm, connecting to the insulin pump clipped to my bathing suit.
There were a few glances, but nothing too awkward. (Except the older kid who was sitting on the steps heading up to the bathrooms who, after staring at my diabetes cyborg stuff, nudged his sister in the shoulder and said, “What’s wrong with her?” To which I replied, “Plenty,” and kept walking because honestly, I had to pee.) It always surprises me, though, that I’ve never seen another pump or sensor on the beach. All these people who are supposedly living with type 1 diabetes – where the hell are they?
It reminded me of the lady who was so concerned about the cell phone she thought I was about to ruin at the beach … hey, there happens to be a video discussing that very topic right here!
I’m rarely self-conscious about diabetes, and thankfully I have a small child who doesn’t leave much room or time for me to be stressed out about beach-borging. But I am reminded regularly throughout the summer that my tan lines are a little different from that of my insulin-producing counterparts.
(Yes, I’m ready for Friends for Life, where borgs are the norm.)