Just trying to do a site change tonight before dinner. That was my plan. My reservoir was nearly empty. My battery needed changing. Simple enough. I go through the motions, reconnect my pump, note that my BG is high, so I program in a corrected.
Bzzt. Bzzt. Bzzt. Blockage detected!!
I try a new set of tubing, since I had re-used the old one out of laziness. This does not clear up the problem. My tongue feels glued to the roof of my mouth. I had really been looking forward to a salad and a glass of wine. No eating until I'm done. I think that maybe I need to pull the new set, especially thinking of Kerri's problems from a couple weeks back. So I do. And what has my brand new Cleo brought me? Frustration. Just look.
A dreadful tragedy if you ask me.
I decide my poor Cozmo probably won't last too much longer, what with this flurry of activity, buzzing and being unhappy, so I walk across the room to take a AAA battery out of the desk. As I stand there, unscrewing my battery cap with a penny, I feel something lukewarm plop onto my toe.
That would be blood. My blood, frustratingly dripping from the very spot on my abdomen that I had just removed my awful bent cannula. Looking down I realize I should do something so that I don't splatter more blood all over my nice hardwood floors. Hey, I'm just a renter here. Eventually, I'm going to want that security deposit back, and I'm sure it helps if my duplex doesn't look like a crime scene. I decide I'm going to try and stop the bleeding using the nightgown I'm wearing. So now...
I also get blood all over my cute new plaid summer nightie. It'll come out in the wash, but sheesh. I did eventually get things situated, and I dined on salad and cheap red wine. Now you have photographic proof that diabetes is damned annoying.