“Can I lay here?” I pointed to the almost-available section of the couch, where if Chris moved his legs juuuuust a little bit and Siah got her fat furry butt off the cushion, I could curl up and let my brain go quiet after a full day of writing. “Sure thing,” and Chris adjusted his body. “No,” was the message…
Most of the time (read: every other time except this one), the cannula is laced through the insertion needle on the insets for my insulin pump infusion sets. But this infusion set was attacked by diabetes gremlins, because the cannula made a run for it before I even opened the spaceship pod: Scott, on Facebook, quipped it best: “It appears…
Looking Back: Law and Disorder.
Blood Sugars, Diabetes Memories, Pumping Insulin, Real Life Diabetes, Robot LifeToday, I’m looking back today at a post from December 2006, talking about an infusion set that went wonky on me during dinner. This was all pre-engagement, pre-marriage, pre-Bird (“Play Pre-Bird!”), but not pre-diabetes, because my blog doesn’t go back far enough. * * * *Dun dun (the Law & Order noise)* Prosecution Attorney: Ladies and gentlemen of the jury,…
“Mawm, I can I help you put on your pump right now?” It’s always an issue of immediacy. If Birdy sees me taking off an old pump site and preparing a new infusion set for insertion, she’s immediately taken with the urge to press all the buttons and cue up the dosing. “Sure, you can help with some of the…