“Ouch!”From the moment I inserted the infusion set, it hurt. Not a constant throbbing pain, but a soreness that spiked up every time something brushed up against it.
“That site still hurts?” Pete asked. “Why don’t you change it out?”
I can tell you exactly why I didn’t. This sore site was working really well. You know what I mean, that blissfully flat graph on the CGM that can be so difficult to achieve. There was no way I was wasting a good site just because it hurt when something touched it.
Let’s read that last sentence again. There was no way I was wasting a good site just because it hurt when something touched it. The more I think about it, the more I realize how weird the way I think is. What rational person does not try to relieve something painful? Why is wasting a site given a higher priority than my own comfort? Good blood sugars are important, but isn’t being pain free just as important?
Honestly, the answer is no. I had planned to keep that painful site in until today, when it would be time to change it out. I did get a bit of a reprieve towards the end of the day yesterday when I started to struggle with unexplained highs that wouldn’t come down. I decided the painful site was starting to go bad, so I swapped it out 12 hours ahead of schedule.
It’s nice to be back to an infusion site that doesn’t shoot stabs of pain every time it’s touched. But I can’t help being annoyed with myself because I value a stupid infusion site more than I value my own comfort.

One evening I was at a friend’s apartment for a party. The bathrooms in our on-campus apartments had storage closets with sliding doors for stuff to be stowed. Someone had left the sliding door open, and I couldn’t help but notice an oh-so-familiar-to-me box of syringes. I wondered who it could belong to and I couldn’t get it out of my head. So I asked my friend about it. As it turns out, his roommate, who I didn’t know all that well, had diabetes. “Yeah, he always ends up in the hospital because he'll eat a big bag of M&Ms.” I was kind of shocked. Shocked because I wasn’t the only one with diabetes. Shocked because I wasn't the only one who wasn't doing very well with my diabetes management. And also shocked because this poor guy kept ending up in the hospital. After all, I ate more than my fair share of M&Ms as well, but I was okay. I couldn’t imagine what I was doing, or actually not doing, could land me in the hospital.
Pete and I have often discussed giving me a Diabetes Day Off. Of course, it wouldn't really be a day off from diabetes because that just isn't about to happen any time soon. But the idea is that Pete would take over all of my diabetes tasks for a day. When my blood sugar needed checking, I'd give him the finger (so to speak) and he'd do the rest. He would do all the carb counting and I'd happily let him program the bolus on my pump. He would follow my CGM data on his phone. I'd even put him in charge of a site change if I needed one. Basically diabetes would be out of my hands (and hopefully off my brain) for one complete day.


