It was one of those moments that, looking back, I knew would be significant. It was one of those sort of odd, out-of-place things that happen, catch our eye and then don't come back into view for a while.

I was at the doctor's office, watching myself in the mirror, tucking my shirt in after going potty for a follow up to two weeks ago when there was blood in my urine. Usually when I go to the bathroom, I clip my pump to my shirt so neither the pump nor the tubing are in the way. Typically, I clip Toohey back to my pants prior to zipping and buttoning so I can get the tubing in the right place (versus coming through my zipper!) and tuck it in so it's not hanging out all over the place.

Today, the tubing didn't look quite right, but I was in a doctor's office bathroom (which may be worse than a public bathroom!), on my lunch hour, on deadline, and hungry. So I left it thinking I was on my way home for lunch anyway.

But after waiting for the results longer than I thought I would and still having an errand to run, I ran out for lunch instead of going home. I didn't think about the tubing again until I sat down at my desk with my french fries and got a "No Delivery" alarm after click, click, clicking to bolus for lunch.

What the heck is up with this? was all I could think. I was well into day two of my site, my reservoir was still two-thirds full, I had bolused for breakfast this morning with no trouble. What was so different about right now?

I tried to bolus again thinking I hadn't hit "ACT" the second time (although I've done that in the past without getting a No Delivery alarm, but for the sake of argument...). Again, No Delivery.

Working just four blocks from home, it was not going to be that big of a deal to run home and change out my set. But I'm a "why" person and needed to know the cause of this. I consulted my sisters at Diabetic Mommy. One suggested inspecting the tubing to see if there were any kinks or leaks.

When I disconnected the tubing from the site, it seemed to unravel from my body. And then there it was. That image of me in the bathroom mirror with the pump tubing between my waistband and my belt instead of just between my skin and my waistband. That significant moment that came back to me with a WHAM!

A test bolus with the tubing disconnected went through smoothly with no alarms. I reconnected, bolused for my lunch and went on with my day.