Through a series of unfortunate miscommunications between me, my local Tandem Diabetes representative, my endocrinologist, and a diabetes education center, my journey with an insulin pump has been significantly delayed. Up until this past Monday, I had been assured that the only training I needed prior to pumping insulin would be from my Tandem representative. The morning of my hypothetical appointment with the rep, less than 30 minutes away from beginning to program my basal rates, I received a phone call from my rep saying that my appointment with the diabetes education center had to come first, that their “pump start” class was mandatory for my endocrinologist’s patients that are new to pumping, and I would need to follow up with them on the necessary paperwork.
As of this blog post’s publishing, my insulin pump is sitting in its original box, buried in our closet of diabetes supplies behind boxes of insulin pen needles I can’t wait to leave behind.
I met my new endocrinologist and CDE today. The short version goes something like this: I love everything about them. And I’m getting a t:slim. And I feel great about everything.
Tell ‘em Stanley.
The longer version requires a some fragmented thoughts and sentences. Continue reading
Depending on how tomorrow goes, this could be the last time I completely finish a Lantus pen. Depending on how long it takes to process an order for a new t:slim insulin pump and complete my training, I could be using Humalog as both a basal and bolus insulin. Depending on how long everything takes, I can start saying goodbye to persistent overnight lows followed by extreme cases of dawn phenomenon (which, at this point should just be called dawn certainty).
Tomorrow I meet my new endocrinologist. Tomorrow could be the beginning of a new phase in my diabetes care. I have high hopes.
Right before you go to sleep.
You ever have one of those days that makes you look forward to the weekend with immeasurable joy and anticipation?
Yea, me neither.
Our fish tank has been having some issues with nitrites. We’ve been testing our tank daily for the past week as we try to fix the problem.
At first things were pretty rough.
After a little patience, we saw some progress.
Now we’re hoping for some consistency and stability.
There’s a diabetes metaphor in that sequence, right?
We lost three fish over the course of the day today (six total, for those of you keeping score at home). After spending the past week looking up things like “ich“, “rot“, and “swimming upside down“, they eventually passed on to the big aquarium in the sky. It’s been rough watching all of this happen, waiting for treatment methods to work, hoping you’re doing everything properly, looking for feedback from an organism whose only means of communication is to just keep swimming. But the thing I’ve learned through all of this, despite my belief that people with diabetes can make excellent pet owners, is that I suffer from a severe lack of patience.
Waiting for algae to grow on our fish tank, showing signs of a healthy ecosystem. Waiting for the water treatment to show signs of progress. Waiting for the right time to feed, but not overfeed our cats. Waiting for my blood sugar to come back up from treating a severe low. Waiting for insulin to kick in after correcting a persistent high.
It turns out under the right circumstances, I’m not a patient man. And that bums me out.
Maybe I should get back into yoga. I need to find my inner peace, assuming it ever previously existed.