Pumping Insulin

Policing the Pump

Pumping Insulin By May 16, 2007 No Comments

“I didn’t see this coming at all,” Hennick, of Gloucester, said, adding that he has been preparing to be a police officer for a long time and thought that because his diabetes was manageable, he would get a job. “For them to say I can’t do it, it was heartbreaking.”  (source:  The Boston Globe) I received this article from Faithful…

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In My Sock

Pumping Insulin By December 12, 2006 No Comments

Slim fitting pants with no pockets.  A shirt with no practical place to stash anything. Ah, but I’m still wearing it. It’s not tucked into the waistband of my pants.  It’s not lurking in my bra.  It’s not taking up residence in a pocket or clipped to a belt. “Where’s your pump, Kerri?” “In my sock.” I don’t know why I…

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Site Unseen

Pumping Insulin By November 21, 2006 No Comments

I went home for lunch (my commute is six minutes – have I mentioned that I love my job?) and enjoyed a sandwich and an ice cold glass of milk.  Terrific.  Bolused a few units for the meal.  Put the dishes in the dishwasher away, entertained the cats with a hair tie for a few minutes, and then drove back…

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Pump Things I Wish I Had Known

Pumping Insulin By August 24, 2006 No Comments

That I should learn to sew.   Pockets in every pair of pants, tricky little places sewn into skirts to drop in that little pump. About little kittens and their affinity for the tasty tubing. That the infusion set needle wasn’t this enormous horse needle that would pierce me straight through.  Instead, it’s a small, thin intrusion that pulls out as…

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Two Years Ago Today.

Pumping Insulin, Robot Life By January 28, 2006 No Comments

Reflections on the day my pump arrived two years ago… The FedEx box loomed in the middle of the room. Special overnight delivery. On a Saturday, no less. The room shrank as the box sat unopened. I made myself a cup of tea and sat down on the floor. Peeled back the packing tape. The flaps sprang open and a…

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