Saturday afternoon, I removed the Dexcom sensor.
For the record, that Dexcom is worth the design flaws and I was very impressed with the results. (More on that later.) But also for the record, pulling out the sensor was extremely painful – that adhesive is intense! I had to use a damp cloth around the sticky gauzey bits to help alleviate that “peeling my skin from my body” feeling. Why didn’t I apply a new sensor? Due to the upcoming July 4th holiday and the white-water rafting trip this weekend, I didn’t feel comfortable toting around an additional gizmo that couldn’t get wet. So off it came, to be reintegrated next week.
Saturday night, I removed my insulin pump.
I decided to take a “pump vacation” for the rafting trip, based on my insecurity about being able to properly protect it and my fear of it being busted on the excursion. (I thought a lot about the advice to order a back-up pump, use the AquaPack, etc. but I had to go with my gut on this one.) So late Saturday night, I disconnected my pump and took my first shot of Lantus in almost four years.
I was at Batman’s house, spending the night before I headed up to Boston to retrieve Chris (yay!) from the airport.
“Ah, the red ladybug bag!” Batman exclaimed. (It was a Clinique “free gift” from several years ago – a red circular zippered case that was plastic and held my insulin bottles when I was on injections.) “I remember that thing! I also remember when you went on the pump in the first place. Is this weird?”
“Definitely.” I uncapped the syringe with my teeth and put the needle tip into the new bottle of Lantus, drawing back 16 units. “This is completely bizarre. But it’s only for a week. Just until Sunday night.”
It’s been two days without it and I’m feeling pretty good. I am back on my old dose of Lantus (15 1/2 units at 10 o’clock at night) and I’m bolusing with an insulin pen. Between you and I (and the entire internet), I miss my pump and I feel like I’m walking around naked, but this brief vacation is just that: brief. Blood sugars have been closely monitored and in a holding pattern of about 150 mg/dl, which is higher than I shoot for but I’m happy to have them steady instead of bouncing.
This is weird, though, going from two savvy devices to nothing more than an insulin pen in my purse. Weirder still (yet comforting) is the fact that Chris has never known me without my pump. It’s always been a part of our life together.
After rescuing my fiance from the airport (at 7 am in Boston – damn that’s early), I gave him a huge hug and then shared my secret with him. “I’m not wearing a pump today.”
His arms circled my waist and he gave me a kiss on the head.
“I never notice even when you do.”
Welcome home, Chris. I’m so happy you’re home!