Thursday, July 17, 2008
I never thought my life would be dependent on an electronic device. But here I sit, with this tubing connected to my body. My body--my skin, so irritated from where the needle has been placed and the catheter has been for three straight days. On that third day...sometimes I get the signal from my life line, “BEEP, BEEP, BEEP!” I, of course, have to acknowledge it--or it will go berserk like a little child having a fit. I reach for the pump, attached to my pants, and read “Reservoir low.” Time to go through that lovely priming process again. *Rewind the pump, draw the insulin out with a needle, prime the tubing to get the air bubbles out, insert into body, and then administer a fixed prime of .5 units.* Fun stuff. I have to tell this device how many carbs I’m eating, or if I am working out, eating heavy/greasy food...or I have to adjust insulin if I have a cold, or I am sick or stressed...because all of the above affect my blood sugar. It’s become so much a part of me--that I would feel strange without this...portable pancreas.