Over the four months since I started using my insulin pump, I’ve had moments when I wondered if I made the right choice. I’ve said publicly numerous times I think I have tighter control, and I think this control would be reflected in better A1c results.
However, there were times when I wondered if that was true.
I’ve always had really good control. There were moments when my sugar would crash, or when it would skyrocket, but I was always aware of what was going on, and what to do to fix it. My most recent A1c results, after all, had been 6.5, 6.7, 6.4 and 6.3. (For those of you who don’t understand what an A1c is, check out my good friends at WebMD.)
Anyway, I was concerned my results might go up. What if I’d made a horrible mistake? After all, I did have that night where my sugar went up, completely out of control. What if my score was (gasp) over 7 because of that really bad night?
Well, I just finished my A1c Now at-home test, and I have my results.
Owen looked at my pump. Then he looked at me. Then he looked at my pump again.
“What’s that, Daddy?” he asked.
As I’ve told him numerous times what my pump is, I decided to find out how much he’s paid attention.
“What do you think it is, Owen?”
I’ve made a decision to not complain about pump use today. I’ll leave that for later in the week. (I’m looking at you, Medtronic.) Instead, I’ll tell some stories about the illnesses (plural) that befell our family, the world’s biggest snot bubble, and how we figured out Owen’s feeling better again.
I’m now a little over four months into pump use and have seen what I believe to be a pretty good sample of the good and bad that comes with it. Some days have been great. Some, less so. Sometimes I feel like I have absolute control over everything that’s happening with my body, and that I’ve got this thing figured out, once and for all. Then reality (and my faulty pancreas) give me a well-deserved smack in the face to prove that I don’t know anything.
Since I made my switch, I’ve been trying to be aware of the things that work, and what doesn’t, when it comes to my pump and CGM. This list will probably be added to over time (similar to the occasional additions I’ve made to my “Stupid Things Stupid People Say, Stupidly, to Diabetics“), so be sure to check back.
Someone asked for my opinion. Seriously. I was approached by an editor for a publication that covers diabetes and related issues, and they wanted to know what I think.
A little over a month ago, an editor from Evidence-Based Diabetes Management contacted me and asked if I was interested in writing a review for my pump, the Medtronic 530g with Enlite. I jumped at the chance.
Friday night Meg and I had a long-planned date night. For Christmas she got me tickets to see Mike Birbiglia perform at the Merriam Theater in Philly. We had dinner. We had drinks. We saw the show. We laughed, a lot. We went home. And then my blood sugar did some unprecedented things, that really, really sucked.
In the immortal words of The Smiths, I’m here to wish you an unhappy birthday. Some 31 years ago today, I was admitted to Children’s Hospital of Philadelphia to learn that my pancreas was no longer operational, changing my life forever.