How kind.
Direct mail arrive, address for Bubs. All over envelope orange/green typeface Lose the bulge…WITHOUT DRUGS! and Lower high blood pressure…WITH CHOCOLATE! and Reduce your blood sugar…WITH BREAD! and other slogan target imbecile.
Direct mail opinion: Bubs=big fat fatty. Desperate big fat fatty. Dumb, desperate big fat fatty stuff face bread/chocolate await disappearance health problems. This so sad.
However, make feel little bit better insulting ads target Bigfoot Facebook, suggest Bigfoot deficiencies: inadequate eyelash (base on age?), ingrown toenail (because running?), bunion (Frye boot?), woeful circumstance due to no college degree (6-7 semester + dissertation short PhD?), insulin pump (that fair), Gevalia coffee (because pin many teapots on Pinterest?)
Tomorrow Pump Lesson #2: final lesson. Bigfoot and Bigfoot spouse ready. Humalog vial ready in fridge. Huge box infusion set, other stuff, not even know name. Many black zipper pouch free sample? Kiss saline goodbye. Goodbye, Luxura pen. Goodbye, Lantus. (Glargine so pretty name little girl/puppy.) List questions:
1. Each time we disconnect the clip for the shower or whatever–do we need to re-prime before reconnecting?
2. When we change the infusion set, do we throw away whatever insulin is left in the cartridge? And isn’t that kind of a lot? So are we supposed to not fill it up the whole way?
Other than that, ready.
The beginning of another great relationship, as illustrated by Sophie Blackall in Missed Connections.
Meanwhile, read this post. Very familiar: spouses take turns stay up wee hours, always tired, no time have fun, no energy relationship. Kinzie mom feel very bad this situation. This alarm Bigfoot. Have to ask spouse…I read this thing written by another parent of a diabetic child. It’s about marriage…I’ve been assuming we’re just mutually OK with ignoring each other…relieved. Spouse agree: yes, difficult. Yes, not have fun. Yes, tired. But not think marriage in jeopardy. Too tired leave. Also very close because shared priority: children, home, bills, learn slacklining like Flight of the Frenchies. After few years pass, maybe go have fun somewhere. Maybe Mexico.
I LOVE your blog. So refreshing! My responses to your questions– we do prime after disconnecting after bath/shower. Our endo said that technically we don’t need to, but we have problems with occlusion alarms so I just like to reprime. It’s my little effort that helps me think I am heading off those damn alarms. And yes, we do throw away the insulin. I know. What a waste. It actually really bothers me. But I’ve been told to never mix insulins from separate vials, so if I don’t have enough in the vial to fill the cartridge, then I toss it out.