No one here but Mio

I guess titling this post with a lyric from a singer named Sting is a bit misleading. Because putting in my new infusion set didn’t sting at all.

In fact, when I finally inserted my first Mio set, I didn’t even know if I did it right. I had no idea if it went beneath the skin at all.

Here’s the thing — the directions that come with the Mio are pretty much useless. It’s a huge book with irrelevant words in fifty languages, and some crudely drawn sketches. Where are the three raised bumps to grasp to remove the cover? Which markings are the ones to hold the device and which to squeeze to plunge the needle?

Not having any trainer or Skype-buddies, I turned to YouTube. I went back and forth between two videos: one official Medtronic video and another PWD-made video on how to do the insertion. Neither were great (and there was one big contradiction between the two), but together I managed. I thought about seeking help via Twitter, but typing while I had this big thing stuck to my belly wasn’t going to work.

Metal or plastic?

After Friday’s emotional meltdown, I had vowed to keep myself under better control going forward.  My wife had made Saturday dinner plans with friends – they were preparing a Mexican Cinco de Mayo feast, so I knew it wouldn’t be easy.  But unlike so many people who halfheartedly try to quit smoking or lose weight – starting tomorrow – I wasn’t going to take the easy way out.  My road to recovery started immediately.  I think I did OK.  Not wonderful, but all things considered – OK.

So the last thing I needed this morning was to wake up before 6 am with a blood sugar over 300 and a NO DELIVERY alarm.