Strange Pulse

I’m Susan. 37, married for 19 years, with three kids. A Mormon housewife into doom metal. And this is my blog.

Friday, March 16, 2007

Life as a cyborg.

File under General - by Susan M @ 11:00 pm

I woke up yesterday morning and couldn’t find my insulin pump. During the day, I wear it attached via a clasp to my waistband. At night, I don’t like sleeping with it clasped onto my pajamas/sweatpants, so I just lay it next to me on the bed. When I roll over, I have to move it to my other side. When I get up in the morning, first thing I do is grope around for it blindly so it won’t dangle and get bashed into something when I stand up.

Yesterday when I woke up, I went to reach for the tube that connects it to my stomach, and the tube wasn’t there. It wasn’t connected to me. I felt around on the bed and couldn’t find it. I checked to the side of the bed and didn’t see it. I finally found it next to (basically under) my pillow.

So now I’m left wondering: did it just come off in my nightly twisting and turning and get shoved up under my pillow? Doesn’t seem likely since I was wearing sweat pants, and even if the tube managed to unlatch itself (it latches on with a twist) and detach, it probably would’ve still been held somewhat in place by the waistband of my sweats. So does that mean I actually took it off in my sleep? Scary thought.

My blood sugar was really high when I tested and basically yoyoed the rest of the day. But I must not have been without my pump for too long because I wasn’t really sick the rest of the day. And I’m fine today. (Except for the cold I caught from Daniel.)

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