I can't seem to take my eyes off the CGMS (I may use up most of my battery scrolling through the screens), yet the constant attention I've paid to this thing since last Thursday is definitely not doing me any favors.

After the two-hour wetting process, I entered a pretty decent blood sugar of 131 into my pump to calibrate my finger stick with the sensor. Minutes later when I was showing it off to The Mr., the sensor had me at 136. I was psyched about the near accuracy. It was his day off and snowing those big, fat snowflakes we love so much. We grabbed some fast-food lunch and headed to our favorite lunch spot to watch the snow fall on the lake. I knew it was morbid, but I really wanted to watch the line on the CGMS to see how this meal--any meal, really--affects my blood sugar. (READ MORE)

I happened to mention to my pump rep, B., one day on the phone that I needed to check my overnight basals, but that getting up several times a night just didn't seem all that appealing.

"Well, do you want to do something fun?" he asked.

"Um," I chuckled, "sure."

"I know... you're thinking how can we talk about fun and diabetes at the same time, right?"

He read my mind. Turns out he had a loaner CGMS sensor that he could let me use for a few days. That would allow me to get a feel for the system, give me some real-time data--including overnight!--and perhaps even offer fuel to our push to get my insurance company to approve the sensors.

When B. showed up in my office this morning to give me a little training and insert the device, I was ready to go. "Where do we put it? What do I do?" I may have overwhelmed him with my questions. The light on the sensor made me feel so...connected. (READ MORE)

It's strange sometimes how the tide can shift so quickly. Where I was this time last week is not where I am today. I've gone from thinking my endo was off his rocker to even consider me as a candidate for the pump, to going full-tilt toward pump therapy.

When B. first told me about MiniMed's pump with the integrated CGMS I really poo-pooed the idea, telling him that although I have high and low swings, I didn't feel like I was "bad enough" to warrant having a CGMS. I pay attention to my body, I test when I'm feeling low, etc. (It's that "I'm 'only' type 2" mentality.) (READ MORE)