Tuesday, January 15, 2008
My Pump's Like M.C. Hammer and E.F Hutton
Ever notice that when your with a group of friends and or family, and the conversations getting really good, that would be the time when you need to make a pump adjustment.
No matter how discreet or nonchalant I think I’m being, everybody around me suddenly stops a la “HAMMER TIME,” the minute they see me pressing my pump buttons or fiddling with my dead battery.
One person will take the lead, as the others look on, & ask, "You all right Kel, everything OK?"
Others take the queue and start to chime in with; "How's your sugar?" "Do you need some food, can I get the waitress?"
It’s at that point I feel like my pump is E.F. Hutton. People have actually stopped mid sentence, some even in mid beer, just to make sure that the Voodoo pump and its delicate user are both OK.
What I want to say is; “Jesus, I'm fine people. I'm just bolusing to cover my meal, or replacing a battery, seeing what time it is, or checking how much insulin I have left. Get over it and get on with the story!!! Don’t let me & my trusty pump interrupt.”
Instead, I put them at ease by cracking a self deprecating joke, and let them know everything’s fine. I thank them for their concern, and steer the conversation back to the story - pre pump intrusion.
I think it’s the tech thing that makes them question what’s going on. I’ve never really been the most technological Chick in the group, but to my credit, I’ve made great improvements in that area. maybe it's just the fear of the unknown both physical and technical.
Whatever the reason and like it or not, our friends and family worry about us because they love us. Not to bad when u really think about it.