Pete and I had just finished packing for a long weekend in Florida with his family so I checked my purse, thinking that perhaps I had stashed my old, spare, backup pump in there while packing. But no, the backup pump was safely at home in my carry-on. The beeping happened again when our waiter came to take our order. I asked him if he heard it too, just to be sure I wasn’t completely losing my mind. He did hear it, and judging from the reactions of those at the tables around me, they could hear it too. I explained what the alarm was to my waiter, showing him my pump as if to prove I knew what I was talking about. “Somebody is low and needs a glass of juice.”, I told him. He just smiled and went to deliver our order to the kitchen.
A few minutes later the low alarm sounded again. Each time I instinctively grabbed my pump even though I knew it wasn’t me beeping. Except this time, it was! Talk about REALLY freaking a PWD out - a dozen low alarms that weren’t mine followed by one that actually was. It felt like someone was trying to gaslight me. A sip of Pete’s soda quieted my alarm, but soon I could hear the telltale siren of either a 530G with Enlite suspending, or an older Medtronic pump whose low alarm has been ignored way too long. “Someone is going to pass out”, I told Pete, but we still couldn’t figure out where the alarm was coming from. I was becoming a bit obsessed with the whole situation, but Pete convinced me to concentrate on eating my own pizza before I too went low again. As I ate I made up a elaborate story that the pump alarm was coming from someone in the band that was performing in the bar area. I decided the person couldn’t hear his alarm over the sound of his music, but we could hear it over the restaurant’s sound system.
As our waiter came to check on us, the siren alarm sounded again. The waiter took one look at me and said “I know. I hear it. It’s coming from that table in the corner.”.
Ah ha!!! I wasn’t
There is a part of me that is still kicking myself for not going over to the couple, just to ask if they needed some help. (What would you have done?) And there is another big part of me that can’t believe two diabetic were out at an Italian restaurant and we both had low alarms! What are the chances of that? #freaky