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August 22, 2014
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Bloody Hell



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.”



Right. Normal.



A short list of normal stuff that sometimes happens:



Shoelaces become untied.



Coffee spills.



Papercuts.



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.



Nothing good.



Just bloody hell.

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Megan Holmes
Megan Holmes 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
Michelle Kowalski 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)
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