Pump-Site Sagas: It’s the doorknob’s fault.

For those days you’re walking out the door on the way to work or class, and you feel the tug…

It’s the doorknob’s fault.  

When you take a standardized test in elementary school and wonder why you can’t get your BG down. Then a smell fills the air, and you look down to see your pocket covered in insulin.

It’s the cat-who-likes-to-chew-on-everything’s fault.

When you jump up in excitement for who knows why, and the chair just doesn’t want to let go.

It’s the chair cushion’s fault.

When you get out of the car and sprint because of the rain then notice you are not only pump-less, but now site-less.

It’s the the seat-belt or the car door’s fault.

When you are finally doing the dishes and cooking, but the cabinet has claimed a part of you.

It’s the cabinet’s fault.

When you are having some kind of crazy dream, and wake up to the tubing wrapped around your body.

It’s dreamland’s fault.

When you are jamming on your walk to the train, to class, or to work and you want to repeat the song, and your headphones and tubing are all tangled up.

It’s the iPod’s fault.

When you are running at the speed of life, lifting weights like there is no tomorrow, or biking like the store is about to close, and the robot part of you can’t keep up.

It’s the fitness’ fault.

When clothing doesn’t have pockets or it’s not study enough for “the weight of the world”.

It’s the again-I-repeat-Where-are-my-pockets??’s fault.

When your head is no longer the perfect height, but instead the perfect height is now where the tubing is or where the site is… and you collide.

It’s the corner of the table, the wall, the furniture, or counter’s fault.

When you change clothes and forget your site is in a different location.

It’s clothing’s fault.

When it’s hot as all get out and you sweat like no other,

It’s the weather’s fault.

When you have to enter somewhere

It’s the turnstile or revolving door’s fault.

When the site kinks.

It’s the muscle, nerve, scar tissue, or whatever got in the way’s fault.

When the insulin goes bad,

It’s time and weather’s fault.

When you are clumsy, and tend to fall and trip and run into things,

It’s “that is not where that should be” or gravity’s fault.

When a kid who hasn’t been taught to not touch things that don’t belong to them reaches out and yank your site out.

It’s the kid’s fault. 

The Saga… the tragedy… of when a site is done before its time.

So, I’m not one for blame-games… Truth be told- they usually annoy me. BUT… when it comes to pump-sites… that is an entirely different story. I have no problem changing my site when it’s time. But there is something about changing your site before you are supposed to… As a kid, I fought with the higher BG’s in order to avoid changing my site even if I knew it wasn’t working well. If it rips out before its time, sometimes I switch to shots until later that day or until my “time” is up. No matter what I do, a pump-site change before its time, bothers me to no end.

Clumsy and I know it- cue an awkward dance here.

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is this also where I ask for sites I don’t have to change as often can live?

 

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We’ll both be glad you did! -Mindy

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