You know that moment when you're sitting at your desk and in a groove and have just bolused for your lunch of greek yogurt & a big fat orange, when all of a sudden your loaner insulin pump's alarm goes off and the words: NO INSULIN DELIVERY, flash on the screen... And then you're like: NO INSULIN DELIVERY, HOW CAN THAT BE!?
|WHAT THE WHAT?!|
And then you pretty much have a coronary.... Until you remember that moment at 10:33 last night when you were already to jump into bed, but your loaner insulin pump picked that exact moment to reminded you that your insulin reservoir only had like 10.7 units left.
But stupid you was like: No worries.... I'll just refill tomorrow as soon as I get up, right before I jump in the shower, but immediately after my first cup of coffee.
OBVIOUSLY, I didn't do that last part - And I'd forget my pancreas if it was attached to me! Hey... waitaminute!
And now after running home an getting a fresh'y filled reservoir,
I think I'm going to change my name to: