Getting dressed this morning and trying to shove an insulin pump and a Dexcom sensor and not map the silhouette of my dress with pump tubing was an exercise in frustration, and that song from The Little Mermaid kept going through my head.
“I’ve got gadgets and gizmos aplenty … I’ve got whosits and whatsits galore …”
But I sat at breakfast during my meeting today and elected tea over actual food because my blood sugar, despite excellent technology and fastidious care, was elevated and stubborn about staying that way. Despite best efforts, diabetes was still a pain in the ass this morning, and there wasn’t much I could do about it.
And that urge for a cure, some version of it, became strong. Come on, research. Come on, artificial pancreas teams. Come on, islets.
I want more.