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I’d be the guy on the Titanic who would be saying, “I think it’s fine” as the ship capsized and descended into the sea.
“Just give it a minute. It will be OK,” I’d say from the bottom of the ocean with salt-water bubbles leaving my lips.
Charlie yelped as I held his arm and snapped the inserter in and quickly pulled it out. The brightest of red immediately filled the middle of the plastic sensor and seeped into a deep maroon along its edges.
Charlie cried and slammed his fist against the countertop.
I inspected the site closely which appeared to glow in neon red. Against my better judgment, I snapped the transmitter into place and watched the oval adhesive absorb the blood.
Susanne peered over my shoulder and looked at the site.
“That’s a lot,” she said under her breath, being careful not to use the “B” word.
“I think it’s fine,” I said. “Let’s just give it a minute.”
“This happens sometimes,” I said. “It’s kinda normal.”
A short list of normal stuff that sometimes happens:
Shoelaces become untied.
Dog poops on rug.
Charlie settled down and only rose three steps up the stairs when he yelled, “Ahhhh ….!!!”
I thought he saw a giant spider.
He ran into the kitchen with his arm raised horizontally like a bullfighter. A drop of blood gained momentum down his bicep and toward his forearm.
We pulled the thing off and that was that. I considered sharing a photo I took of the bloody mess, but it’s really too gruesome.
Not much can be said at that point. It’s just a miserable situation for all of us - obviously, mostly for Charlie.
Susanne asked if he wanted a hug but he declined. I knew enough to just keep my mouth shut this time and not say something dopey in an attempt to lighten the mood. I just let him be.
Unhappy kid. Unhappy parents. No sensor now and no sensor for foreseeable future because of traumatic disaster. Completely unnecessary torture.
Just bloody hell.
Megan was diagnosed in 2009 with Type I. As an RN, she was familiar with the medical side of her diagnosis; learning to be a good patient on the other hand, was and continues to be the challenge of her day to day life. (Read More)
Michelle Kowalski, a writer, editor and photography hobbiest living in Phoenix, was diagnosed with Type 2 diabetes in February 2005. In January 2008, as part of her quest to start on an insulin pump, Michelle learned that she actually has type 1 diabetes. (Read More)