Pro: I got a sensor to last twenty-one days.

Con: That means twenty-one straight days of insulin injections on the same side of my body.

Somewhere on the way to twenty-one the mentality of getting the sensor reaches a boiling point. Normally the mentality focuses on getting the sensor to last because these things aren’t cheap and it’s economical to stretch the life of a sensor if the data remains reliable. For me, any length past twelve days signifies a well-used Dexcom sensor. Fourteen means I applied additional tape or adhesive at the right time and in the right places to ensure maximum stick-to-me-ness. After that I’m just getting greedy.

Then the reality sets in that I’m approaching the mythical beast that is twenty-one. Do I publicly comment on it and risk jinxing myself? Do I apply more external adhesive and brute force my way to the legal drinking age? Do I do nothing outside of the norm and hope that the status quo is enough to get me to the promised land?

Odd that these are the thoughts that occupy my mind. Not, did I properly bolus for that brownie? Should I have a second piece of bread with my spaghetti? Is a piece of bacon chocolate really required tonight (YES, yes it is). I suppose this means that things are going well for me diabetically speaking. I suppose.

What it does mean is that I’m able to brush the frustrating moments aside with relative ease. They happen. Often. But I’m doing a better job of not letting them get to me for extended periods – even if the highs stick around for way too long.

So take that diabetes. And thank you Dexcom.