Don’t say that

It looks like a pager. With a clear tube and some white sticky stuff.

Earlier this morning, I was on the train to Manhattan to install some radio equipment.  After finding the 1½ square-foot floor-space where I could (somewhat) comfortably stand during the duration of the trip, I pulled out my copy of Pumping Insulin and began reading Chapter 8.

“Are you wearing a pump now?” asked a colleague standing next to me?  (It would’ve been a much cooler story if it were a stranger, but I’m not one to twist the facts to make it more exciting).

“Yes, it’s attached to my belt.  It always is.”