That insulin pump is attached to me pretty much 24 hours a day, seven days a week. There’s very little down time when it comes to being a “pumper,” and for the most part, I don’t have attachment issues. The tubing, the infusion sets … doesn’t really bother me. Except when I’m attending a dressier event. Aside from my wedding…
In the midst of a very brief pump vacation myself (more on that later), Moira McCarthy’s guest post today really resonated for me. I know if I told my mother (or my husband, for that matter) that I wanted to take a break from pumping, they’d read “burnout” in that admission. But sometimes deciding to take a break from certain…
Disco Boobs
Diabetes Products, Diabetes Tech, Psychosocial Support, Pumping Insulin, Real Life Diabetes, Robot LifeOver the holidays, my husband and I had the opportunity to join his agent (who happened to be in town) for dinner. Grown-up time, sans BSparl. (I wore tights. It was a fancier than our average Tuesday night.) So we all sat down to dinner and while everyone was talking, I reached into my purse to do a quick blood…
Wearing two diabetes devices has its mental hurdles, but sometimes the physical hurdles are the most irritating. For the last two weeks, my husband and I have been packing up our old apartment and I’ve been closing out my office at dLife, so there’s been a lot of physical lifting and moving of stuff. Which means there’s been a lot of Dexcom and insulin pump site set…
After my shower last night, I sat in my bathrobe and primed the pump for a new infusion set. Chris was home in CT for the evening, so we were chatting as I wiped the IV prep along my thigh and checked the tubing for pesky little air bubbles. “Sure thing, I can bring you to the train station in…
The alarm goes off, forcing my hand out from under the covers to seek it out. I test my blood sugar without thinking, easing the tip of my finger into my mouth to whisk away the blood. Wipe the sleep from my eyes. Pet Abby as she stretches out on my pillow. I shuffle off to the fridge to take…
Woke up late. Not good on Important Meeting Adventure Day, so I rolled immediately out of bed and began the morning ritual: Test bloodsugar, toss the cats off my legs, kiss Chris’s shoulder, stumble into the bathroom, take a hot shower, and read one of his fitness magazines while I blowdry my hair (Today I learned about the omega-3 benefits…
Sitting in the terminal, it occurred to me how angry I was at whoever named the waiting area. Terminal … cruel joke of a name. How can I combat this rising anxiety as I sit in a place called “terminal?” Damn it. Thirty minutes until we board the plane. Bags are checked at this point. My enormous Nine West upright…
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…
The cause: Siah. And her little teeth. The effect: Busted Charlene and High Bloodsugar Reading. And I’m actually surprised it’s taken this long to happen. You might also like: What A High Blood Sugar Feels Like. The Price of Being Stubborn. Ketchup and Mustard. The Art of the Pre-Bolus.