“Can I please have an iced coffee? No sweetener, please,” I said to the girl behind the counter at the coffee shop. The snow was falling fast outside, but she expertly kept her eyebrows steady at my request for an almost frozen beverage.
“Sure thing.” Her hands deftly hit the right buttons on the ordering pad. Without looking up, she said, “Nice pump, by the way.”
My hands flew up to my collar, where my pump was haphazardly clipped, post-workout.
“Yeah, it was … I just came from the gym and I was too sweaty to stick it back in my bra.”
(It appears that unnecessary details are my thing.)
“My brother has the same pump,” she said. “He got it a few months ago.”
“Oh yeah? The Tandem?”
“Yeah. The X2. He loves it. He just got a Dexcom, too. That thing is expensive!”
“It is,” I said, handing her the money for my coffee. “But does he know that you can restart the sensors after they expire?”
“Yeah. Once it kicks out, you can restart it like it’s new sensor. So long as he can keep it stuck and the results are in sync with his meter, he’s good to go. And you guys can make those expensive sensors last a little longer.”
“Oh my god, that’s amazing. I’ll definitely tell him when I get home. It’s hard making sure we have enough money on hand to cover everyone’s medical stuff at my house. Paying for everything requires more than a full time job.”
“I know. I’ve been doing the diabetes thing since I was seven.”
“Yeah? Him since he was 16.”
“Well, good luck to him. And to you – you are awesome and you seem really aware of all his stuff. He’s lucky to have a sister like you.”
“Yeah, well I’ll tell him that, too,” she said, handing me my coffee.
Sometimes I want to keep my pump squirreled away underneath my clothes, keeping my diabetes hidden, too. But I’m often surprised how a glimpse of a tubing, or a pump clipped to my v neck shirt can create an in-person moment of diabetes in the wild that makes the whole day seem a little better.