It happens every three days, a big mess and a reminder of what life has become. Our lives have taken on a different meaning all to its own and diabetes has somehow played a role in that. So how this character in our life story shows up all the time, taking the role of the antagonist and playing all too well. This night, it was a mess, a different kind of mess. A mess that is part of the schedule, so let me explain.
Today my wife and I decided it would be best if she went solo to parent teacher conferences. Being that we’d have to find a baby sitter or take the kids with us, we decided I’d stay home. Besides she was meeting up with some local d-moms afterwards so that made it an easy decision. However, one important diabetes chore fell to me, site changes.
Both my girls’ use the Tslim insulin pump and I’ve been trained by my wife on how to do the cartridge swap, insulin fill and site changes. Not real hard but it’s a little different than other pumps. I managed to get them done in fairly quick fashion. After I was done I had a whole pile of diabetes stuff on the dining room table. I took a picture of it and posted it to Facebook saying “We make this mess, every three days to keep our girls alive and healthy. What will you be doing Saturday night?”
I can’t get over what a big mess diabetes is. Site changes are a mess, CGM sensor changes are a mess, insurance is a mess, test strips everywhere is a mess, my sleep cycle is a mess, my house remodeling projects are a mess, my diabetes blog is a mess, my hair is a mess, everything seems to be a mess. Here’s a picture of the mess.
Godspeed
Tim
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