I’ve always hated diabetes junk. Never mind limbs rotting off and kidneys drowning in a sea of glucose. Oh no, my number one diabetes whinge, out of all proportion to the gravity of the problem, is diabetes junk.
And when I thought I was coping well with the multitude of boxes of infusion sets, test strips, sensors, insulin, spare syringes, reservoirs and dust balls living under my bed we’ve hit a problem. The child is starting to move!
At 8 months Eva no longer stays where I left her. Which is inconvenient at best. And general concensus is that I should be encouraging this rather than putting her on a short lead attached to a stake in the ground (it was only an idea, we haven’t actually done it, no need to despatch social services…yet).
So the junk needs to go up in the world. Because who wants to see a toddler inserting an infusion set into her leg whilst drinking insulin out of a syringe?
Stand by Ikea, we’re on our way for high level diabetes junk storage solutions. Or we will be once I’ve stopped the child eating shampoo.