I've been on my pump for almost four months now. It took me years to come around to the idea of even trying the pump. I was "happy" with MDIs, because I had been doing them for so long. They were what I knew, and what I was comfortable with. But I wasn't happy with my control. My A1C's hovered in the high 6's and low 7's. I'd only achieved a 6.4 once, and it didn't last.
I began reading about pumping on diabetes blogs and talked to other pumpers on a knitting site that has a great forum section. And I spotted a pump on one of the instructors at the ballroom studio where Pea and I take lessons. I decided I could do it too.
It was scary. My first insertion set changes were done with every instruction guide I had spread out in front of me. And it took forever.
Today I did a set change. The instructions now stay somewhere in my Diabetes Drawer. And the whole process takes only a couple of minutes. It's all second nature. That great, right? Right.
But for some reason, it's making me really sad. Not sad that I'm on the pump - I couldn't be happier with it and it's the best decision I've ever made (diabetes-wise). But a bit sad that another diabetes-related thing has become second nature. Sad that there STILL is no cure.