On occasional bright, sunny days when the birds are singing, the flowers are blooming and all is well in the world, I’ll eat a meal, do a blood test and see that I’m a 6. On those days I am a diabetic genius.
Then there are the other days when I miscount the carbs, forget to bolus or get a bit over enthusiastic with the insulin. On those days I’m just a normal diabetic.
And then there are days like today. I sat down to change my infusion set. I filled up a new reservoir, inserted a new set into my leg and primed the insulin through the tube. Then I connected the tube to the set in my leg and removed the old set. Except I didn’t remove the old set. I connected the tube to the old set and removed the shiny new set I’d just put in. On days like this I am a diabetic idiot, completely beyond help!
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