Whenever I have a brand spanking new reservoir that’s filled to the brim with that life saving elixir called INSULIN, I have this weird sense of normal.
It’s not a bad sense of normal, just a weird sense of normal.
For some reason knowing that for the most part, I don’t have to fiddle with a bottle of insulin for a few days makes me a happy camper. I like to refer to this feeling as: Full Reservoir Syndrome / Euphoria.
Yes, I wear my electric pancreas clipped to my hip, and I’m forever lancing myself to input my numbers to said electric pancreas, but that’s my normal and not actually having a daily interaction with an insulin bottle is a wonderful thing in Kelly’s world.
For the first few days of Full Reservoir Syndrome/Euphoria, I don’t even think about the insulin in my reservoir, (unless the insulin’s gone skunky,) because for the most part, I know (OK, I feel very strongly,) that I’m covered.
Instead, I'm free to worry about blood sugars gone wild, dodging doorknobs, avoiding dead spots, etc., etc., etc.
Currently, I have 5.7 units of short acting insulin left... And since sometime early yesterday evening, the low reservoir alarm has been reminding me that It’s almost time to change out the old for the new.
And for some reason, it makes me sigh a little melancholy sigh.
It’s not that changing the reservoir is a pain, because it's really not. Actually, it’s super quick and easy and takes less two minutes of my time, so why do I become a little bit of “Melancholy baby? ”
Most likely it’s because it reminds me that without a insulin for my reservoir, I’m toast.
And for the record, I already know I'm toast without insulin, full reservoir or not.
So..... Have you ever experienced full Reservoir Syndrome/ Euphoria? Diabetesalicious minds want to know ;)