Cruel Reminders

I guess this could go in my category, Diabetes Firsts, the first post of which can be read here.

Last night I changed my insulin pump site, to a new side of my body, and my most reliable area for absorption and cooperation, shall we say. I hovered just a tad bit higher than I normally do post site change and could literally feel the stinging sensation of insulin being pumped into my body. This morning after working out, still stubborn. After a couple boluses of insulin over the course of a couple of hours, still just plain stagnant and higher than I’d prefer. Okay, site isn’t working, time to change.

Head downstairs to the bathroom here at work to change, upon removal, lots of blood and kind of a red round area where it looks like it bled out underneath the skin. Insert second site, and lots of blood immediately fills the tubing…it was so fast, yet seemingly slow. I stood and watched, wondering if it was going to stop. I’ve never had that much blood upon insertion. Site change fail # 2. It’s only 8:45am.

Back upstairs to my desk to get another site from my on hand stock (now depleted) and head down to the bathroom again for site change # 3. Yeehaw! This one isn’t bleeding and doesn’t sting. Crossing fingers.

I’m generally a very positive person and am for the most part on diabetes autopilot, but there are times when I am so cruelly reminded of what it means to live with this disease, I just want to say fuck you and the horse you rode in on, type 1 diabetes.Infusion Site 1Infusion Site 2Site

 

 

5 thoughts on “Cruel Reminders

  1. I am right there with you. Most of the time I don’t think about having diabetes, but then the cruel reminder sneaks in there. Like you, I have at times depleted my supplies at work, then have to remember to bring more in!! I wear the Omnipod so no tubing and can’t see if any blood going up the tube, but if numbers are high after repeated bolus, you know something ain’t right!! Good Luck

  2. I can’t even imagine dealing with that, Linds! Reading this reminds me of all I have to be grateful for and to not bitch about the minor deals in my life. My mom had to deal with a permanent colostomy for several years before she passed away and I always got the same combination of feelings regarding her situation that I do yours–sick to my stomach sad, and at the same time admiring the strength and courage of a strong woman. Thanks for sharing all parts of your journey!!

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