I'm proud to announce that I'm now a official P-day survivor and veteran and I introduce my new best friend: MMPV554
The last 2 weeks have been an emotional and physical rollercoaster as I swithched to pump therapy.
Don't know how my fellow pumpers have experienced the transition period, but I must say: It was more fun than expected.
As a person who is trying to fit in DM in his life, and made a decision to try always look at the bright side of life ( huh, where did I hear thát before??? ), I was really excited for weeks, except the day before......................................
I picked up the phone to call my diabetesnurse, to say I wouldn't start the next day when it got to me that everything I wanted for months I now wanted to quit....
Still don't get it, still think a human being has a weird mind.
Anyhow, somehow I managed to not call and the next morning made the final connection with my new lifesaving device.
I really liked my new friend, soulmate and artificial pancreas until ..........
Until saturday when I was at a party to celebrate my grandfathers 89th birthday.
As dinner was served, I had been bragging about my new friend and all the other descriptions which I also use to name my loved wife.
Until that moment...
When my pump quit on me.
It quit on me!
Had I been too proud and too happy with it???
As I was trying to fix the problem I was facing at that moment, a few worried faces around me tried to ask me if they could help: NO NO NO.
I manage my DM myself, and when you guys are stupid enough to ask if I have a very bad form of DM I don't need your help either...
After 5 minutes my pump worked fine again and we became best friends again.
Still my best friend.
Will be my best friend.
For a long period of time.
Enjoy me, MMPV554!