It's starting. My pump has suddenly become musical as it gives me my first warning, Playing the pump "Be Bop" 20 Unit Shuffle.
20 units left before it's time to put in a new insulin reservoir and infusion set.
The count down continues its downward spiral in 5 unit increments until it gets down to single digits. Then it becomes more frequent and intrusive as it bitches its warning siren every hour until zero.
I HATE THE 20 UNIT COUNT DOWN.
My current reservoir was started at 7:20 PM on Tuesday, January 8th (Shit, I forgot to call my brother on his birthday) and for almost 3 days I feel close to normal. Especially on that full 24/48 hour cycle where my pump keeps quiet and lets me take the lead in this dance called my life.
Of course, the tubing might get caught in the door nob; my battery might need to be changed, or my infusion site may have lost it's magic and need to be replaced. But for the full two/three days of not worrying about an empty reservoir, I'm reminded of what little I can remember about life without needles.
Back to the Numbers drop. I have 20.3 units and 17 hours left. More like 13 because I have a meeting tomorrow morning at 10 for a potential Diabetes comedy gig and I can't have pump "Be Bop Shuffle" continually playing in and out of my head. The pump"Be Bop 20 Unit Shuffle" actually works really well during a gig because my audience can totally relate. But during an initial meeting, I'd rather not have to deal. PLUS, let face it, I just don't feel like carrying my insulin & pump accoutrement on my person. My spare battery;spare infusion set, blood sugar strips/machine, and the spare Lara Bar are enough to carry, THANK-YOU VERY MUCH.
I'm done complaining and get on with living. It's a "Diabetesalicious" life. and I know it!