Today at work, my pump is beeping like mad. I check to see what all the rukus is about.
16.3 units left.
Dammit, I forgot to change it this morning before I left work. (always in a rush in the morning, thats how I roll) Anyway, I actually IM one of my internet IM buddies to ask how long 16 units will last. She told me to check the pump because it gives you a count down. So I did. It said 15:10, so basically I had 15 hours left before it had no insulin. So I thought. 430pm came along and ummm I look at the pump to see what the countdown would tell me next. 12 minutes left of insulin. SHIT.
I didn't have a vial with me. Basically, I never have a vial of humalog with me. It's bad I know. So, I start to panic just a bit. It takes about 50 minutes total to get home from work. 50 minutes without insulin ugh.. Well, nothing I could do.
Two trains later. I am home.
My mom wants to talk to me, but she sees I am in a rush. "What's the matter? she asks." Me: Don't yell, I forgot to change my pump this morning, It is empty. She looks at me with that mom look. (I know you all know that look I am talking about. The look of dissappointment, anger and worry all in one.) She tells me "Oh, hurry up." Alllllllllllright, I am
So, I take out the infusion and look at what happened next:
Bloody infusion too
Ahhh... The life of a person with diabetes.