Insulin pump

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Diabetes

For almost two years I have written about insulin, and insulin pumps, and infusion sets, and cartridges, and canulas, etc., etc.. But I’ve never really gone into much detail as to how all those components come together to keep me kicking. So, today, I give you a step-by-step photo guide into infusion day, which generally occurs every three days. Step 1: The supplies Alcohol swab, check. Fast-acting insulin, check. Cartridge (also called reservoir), check. Infusion set/canula, check. Tubing, check… Oh yeah, and you sort of need the insulin pump too! Step 2: Avoiding hepatitis and other such germies. Swab top of vial with alcohol. Swab site location (skin) with alcohol. Step 3: The numbers. Draw out the amount of units required for 3 days. I usually fill the cartridge with 140 units, 15 of which somehow disappear during the whole process, and then I generally have about 35-40 units left […]

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Land O Diabetes

Diabetes, Races

Okay seriously, somebody in the Land O Diabetes is bloody well out to get me. If Sunday wasn’t bad enough, on Monday, the kick-em-when-their-down diabetes gods made me forget my insulin pump at my Pilates studio, and not realize I was sans pump until I was back home again – 40 bloody minutes away from the damn studio! Most definitely starting to get pissed off here. Just as I was leaving work for the day, my Pilates chicks called me and asked if I could come in an hour earlier, which I thought was great. I had a ton of stuff I needed to get done at home including the ever-growing laundry pile I’d missed due to not being home Sunday night, and figured an extra hour in my evening would be perfect. I did my hour, worked around my sore knee, and before leaving, went into the washroom and changed

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Princess and D-gal: The power of two bloggers

Diabetes

For years I wanted nothing to do with this disease. Nothing. I was comfortable taking a backseat to my diabetes, ignoring it, denying it, full-on rebelling against it. I didn’t care to talk to anyone about it, and I sure as heck didn’t want anybody talking to me about it. And when it came to other diabetics, I wanted nothing to do with them. But my oh my how things do change. Earlier this week, when still in the Onterrible, I had an opportunity to meet with Scully, fellow blogger, long-distance runner, and type 1 diabetic. I was a little nervous going in. I’ve been reading her blog for a good while now and while I love her online personality, I had no idea what I’d be getting in the flesh. Over the years I’ve met a few diabetics who, truthfully, I couldn’t stand. For me, there’s nothing worse than

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