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Makeshift Solution.

Arriving at the hotel last night, I realized my insulin pump needed a swap-and-refill.  I pulled out all the necessary supplies for a pump site change and dumped them onto the hotel bed.

The little insulin bottle protector* I use keeps my insulin safe(r).  But it also covers the vial, so I didn’t realize the bottle was all-but empty until I took it out.

“SHIT.”

I get made fun of for being over prepared.  My purse is a cauldron of pacifiers, extra clothes for the little Guy, spare infusion sets, insulin pens, and lip smacker (oh hell yes).  Most of the time, my shoulders are not thankful for this extra crap.

But last night, I was lucky that I had a spare Humalog pen rolling around in my bag, at the ready to refill my empty insulin pump.  After (all ten thousand of) the air bubbles were knocked out, I was good to go.

(Also, weird note:  I had two insulin pens in my backpack, and one was completely empty, all air.  Does the insulin eek out when I’m flying?  Yes, I keep the pen tip attached to the pen.  And yes, after typing all of this, I realize the insulin is probably squirting out when the plane cabin changes pressures.)  

Thanks, sometimes achy shoulders, for lifting all those “just in case” supplies.  And to my brain for knowing those supplies would come in handy at random.

 

* Here’s where you can buy an insulin vial protector.  Clicking on this link does not make me a cent.  But it might protect your insulin bottle from a SMASH.  So get on that.

 

That Clip, Though.

I’ve been using the t:slim pump for the better part of a year now, and over the last few months (here’s a handy disclosure that you should read for context on my relationship with Tandem), I’ve appreciated the new set of options that the t:slim has brought into my diabetes life.

… man, that sounds a little formal.  I’m too pregnant for formality at the moment.  (My feet have officially given up on being feet and refuse any covering other than socks or flip flops, and my son is moving visibly as I type, making sitting close to my desk a challenge. Eff formality.)  The reasons for the t:slim being a badass addition to my diabetes management RIGHT THIS SECOND are that I can take a bolus in a matter of seconds without scrolling through fifty different screens, I can edit my basal or insulin:carb needs with a few beeps, and the 300 unit reservoir is going to come in handy these last few weeks of pregnancy.

One challenge I’ve historically had with the t:slim pump, however, is the clip that is shipped out with it.  For me, the clip was a little bulkier than I preferred and also not as secure as I needed.  I wanted streamlined and secure, and as my pregnant body expands and clothing options like “pockets” and “waistbands” have been shoved into the distance.  I need my pump clip to be able to hang on by a thread.

This one works great, though:

I love this clip. #tslim #diabetes #insulinpump

A photo posted by Kerri Sparling (@sixuntilme) on

A friend suggested this clip to me and gave me one of theirs, but since trying it out, I’ve keep a spare or two on hand because it seriously solves all of my pump clip troubles.  The tape is very secure and I’ve had the same pump clip stay successfully stuck for the last six months.  I have no relationship with the company who makes the clip, and this is not an affiliate link or anything like that, but if you want to try out a pump clip for your t:slim (or any other pump) that is subtle, streamlined, and strong, this Nite Ize Hip Clip is worth a shot.

Hey! An informative post! Who saw that coming? Not me. Bring on the cat gifs.

cat filing his nails

“Do You Like It?”

“Excuse me … your, um, arm?  What’s that on your arm?”

Ninety-five percent of the time, I don’t care if people ask about my insulin pump or CGM.  More power to them for being bold enough to embrace the awkwardness and actually ask, instead of assuming.  (And even in the 5% moments of “argh – stop looking, don’t ask,” it usually ends up being a moment of discussion and disclosure I’m grateful for.  I should be more open to discussing diabetes in a public setting.  Hang on a second … let me start a blog real quick.)

“On my arm?  That’s my insulin pump.  I have diabetes.”

I was in line at Starbucks, grabbing an iced coffee (under the gestational lock and key of decaf for just a few more weeks), escaping the blazing summer temperatures for a few minutes before heading back to work.  I was wearing a skirt and a tank top, with my infusion set connected to the back of my right arm.  My body – thanks to third trimester expansion, has run out of subtle places to stash my insulin pump, so it was casually clipped to the strap of my tank top.

Kind of noticeable, but in a “who cares” sort of way.  It’s hot outside.  And I’m wicked pregnant.  And I have no waist anymore.  You can see my insulin pump?  Good for you.  You can probably see my belly button, too.

“No kidding.  Diabetes?  Is it because of the pregnancy?”

“No, I’ve had diabetes way longer than this pregnancy.  I was diagnosed when I was seven.”

The guy paused for a second, his eyes lingering on the infusion set on my arm.  “So you do that thing instead of shots?”

“Yep.”

“Do you like it?”

That question always throws me a little.  Do I like it?  The pump?  I do like the pump.  I like not taking injections.  I like not whipping out syringes at the dinner table and exposing my skin.  I like taking wee ickle bits of insulin to correct minor highs.  I like running temp basals to beat back hypos.  I like people wondering what it might be instead of assuming it’s a medical device.

“I do like it.  It works for me.”  I paused, already envious of the coffee in his hand.  “I like coffee more, though.”

He laughed and finished paying for his coffee.  “Can’t blame you for that.  Good luck with the baby, and try to stay cool in this weather,” he said.

I don’t like diabetes.  That’s for damn sure.  That shit is exhausting and I’m burnt out on the demands it places on my life.  But the pump?  Yes, I do like it.  It’s  a streamlined delivery mechanism for a hormone I wish my body would just cave and start making again.  It handles diabetes so I can go back to trying to put my socks on without tipping over.

Open the Door.

For several weeks, I was flipping open the charging port on my t:slim insulin pump and plugging it in while I was in the shower.  But then I noticed the charging port cover was looking a little worse for the wear, and I connected with a friend about best practices.  (“Best practices” standing in for “How the hell do you charge this thing without breaking the door off?”)

Turns out the door swivels.  And swiveling the door keeps it from ripping.

Swivel that door! #tslim

A photo posted by Kerri Sparling (@sixuntilme) on

Well I’ll be (… more careful, more aware, a swivel-er).

(Also, you tell me if “Open the door” as a post title immediately made you think “get on the floor … everybody walks the dinosaur.”

 

[Tandem disclosure]

 

My Tail.

Do you know the source of this image? Please let me know so I can link!

“Miss!  Your tail!” the lady behind me called out, touching my elbow.

I looked behind me and sure enough, my insulin pump tubing – my tail – had come loose from underneath my shirt and wrapped itself around the metal shelving at CVS.  I was two steps away from pulling out my site, three steps away from jacking up the shelf of Maybelline cosmetics.

“Thank you!”  I said, walking back quickly and disengaging my tubing from the shelf, not before knocking over a display of wide-eyed Beanie Boos.

Awkwardness.  Maybe she’s born with it.  Maybe it’s diabetes.

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