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My “current” vial of insulin gets stored, wrapped in a paper towel, stuffed in a Ziploc snack-sized bag, and tucked in my emergency/all-purpose pencil-case diabetes travel bag.

That way, it’s always with me, my emergency-supply stays current and unexpired, and it doesn’t shatter if the bag gets smacked around a bit (as it’s prone to do.)

On Saturday morning, I did a combo infusion set/sensor change. With all the trash this process generated (incidentally, Enlite and Mio are the #1 and #2 offenders, respectively, when it comes to destroying the planet), I must have swept my one-quarter-full vial of Novolog in the wastebucket along with all of the other stuff..

I just realized this on Sunday night. That vial is probably sitting out in the can by the curb, nestled comfortably between some eggshells, dryer lint,  and dirty diapers. And unfortunately, that’s where it will stay.

Hopefully, my insurance company will understand.

Wordless Wednesday: Perspective

Welcome to Harrison, New Jersey

For as long as I can remember, the parcel of land between the railroad tracks and Interstate 280 was a campus of large abandoned warehouses.  Over the last couple of months, I’ve watched these monuments of brick, broken glass, and graffiti get torn down, reducing them to gigantic piles of steel and concrete.  Presumably, the rubble is then carted off to a landfill, where they are mixed with other trash to form even more gigantic piles.  The parcel of land will ultimately make way for a sparkling new train station.

It almost makes my mountain of diabetes-trash seem inconsequential.

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(If you look closely, you can see a piece of heavy construction machinery on the top of that building. I have no idea how it got there)

Wordless Wednesday (plus words): Cup runneth over

This is the sharps container I’ve been using since October of last year. It is full. A full sharps container is not one of those “regular” things that happens in the life of a PWD, it’s more one of those unscheduled random occurrences that happen once in a blue moon. Fortunately, it’s usually no cause for concern; seal up, toss it in the trash, and find a suitable replacement.

It’s not really a genuine, certified, bona-fide sharps container in the true sense. In an earlier life, it was a container of Wawa Diet Iced Tea (if you live anywhere near Philly, or attended the ADA conference this year, you know all about Wawa, right?) which I acquired simply because I was thirsty. After the tea was gone, it spent some time in the garage recycle-bin awaiting its next life mission, but I pulled it out after my previous container (of the laundry-detergent variety) filled up and I needed a replacement.
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