If there's anything those of us with diabetes know, it's that we have to be flexible. Blood sugar levels and blood sugar maintenance equipment and medications take a lot of brain power and we are often at their mercy.

Which is why I'm up at 11 p.m. -- one solid hour after my bedtime -- writing this post. The house was actually quiet for once. The Mr. had gone to bed early, the kids were in bed, I had made lunches for tomorrow and done the dishes. I sat down to watch a little of the Olympics, enjoying the semi-silence; before I knew it it was 10:30 p.m.

I knew I needed to change my reservoir and site soon. This morning my reservoir had roughly 50 units left, and seeing as I couldn't remember the last time I changed my site I knew it was time. Plus, it was a little itchy. I checked my reservoir again as I got ready for bed tonight. I had a little more than 20 units, so changing everything tomorrow morning would be perfect, I thought.

I had noticed throughout the day that my waistband kept catching on my site. Yet another reason to change it soon. When I checked it tonight before bed, I saw that nearly half of it had peeled up. Tomorrow morning is perfect, I thought to myself, although I had contemplated changing my site tonight and the reservoir in the morning. But that was just a waste of time and insulin, I realized.

The universe had other plans, though. I can't tell you the number of times that Toohey has come unclipped from my pants and fallen, dangling from my belly. It stuns more than hurts. I typically inspect the site and it typically looks OK and I continue on.

For some reason, though, tonight I forgot that Toohey was clipped to my PJ bottoms. As I slipped them off, they fell to the floor under the weight of Toohey. I felt a yank, but didn't realize instantly what had happened -- even when I saw Toohey on the floor. I had to see my entire infusion set on the floor, too, to realize that the whole site had been pulled out.

I actually looked at my belly to see if the whole site was actually gone!! Interestingly, no insulin was leaking. After changing sites, I typically leave the old site in for sometimes a whole day to make sure that no insulin leaks and still I can often squeeze some out.

So, instead of crawling into nice, crisp sheets as I was so ready to do, I headed downstairs with a new reservoir and infusion set that I had already set out to remind myself to change in the morning.

Flexibility -- not to mention a sense of humor -- are definitely requirements of living successfully with this disease.