Monthly Archives: January 2013
The intimate, inanimate insulin pump
It can be our partner in triumph, or our crutch in defeat.
It feels every occlusion.
When it cries for help, we cry too.
It’s there when we are most vulnerable; with us when we’re alone.
Announcement: JDRF Meet-ups in NJ and NYC
Passing along this information for those in my local area….
The JDRF Mid-Jersey Chapter is hosting an adult-meetup next Wednesday in East Brunswick. It’s smack in the middle of the state, so I’m hoping to see lots of my fellow Garden Staters there.
A heightened state of alert
Stop me if you’ve heard this one…
It happened in the middle of today’s breakfast bolus delivery.
Ordinarily, I wouldn’t really care. I’ve been through tons of these before and they turned out uneventful (though this is the first one with THIS pump; I thought maybe Epsilon was a winner). I called Medtronic and went through the normal battery of tests, and everything turned out fine.
I’m drawing a blank when it comes to new blog ideas, so I might as well jump on the bandwagon and jump on the 48-things bandwagon which is taking the DOC by storm (thanks Cherise and Diabetes Social Media Advocacy for the idea).
And here… we… go!
1. WERE YOU NAMED AFTER ANYONE?
Yes, my father’s father’s father, Sidney. It’s a tradition in our religion to pick an initial of a loved one who has passed when naming a new child; it keeps the person and their memory alive, in a sense.