Every day has those moments, doesn't it?
After 33 years of being a Type 1 diabetic, every day usually has several moments. Or more.
Today's turned out to be this: that moment you're hypo (low blood sugar) so you neck a bit of sugar (for me these days, that's usually dates, rather than jelly babies) to bring you back into the land of the living.
Then you've got Rita (my blood glucose meter, paired as a handset with Humph, my insulin pump) shrieking and clanging her "ooh, look at me with my smartphone ringtones" fifteen minutes later, nagging you to retest, before you've had chance to recover or wash your pin-cushion fingertips after the sugar-fix imput!
So then, Rita all like:
"Oh, my stars! You're 17.8! Hyper alert!"
even though you're still hypo and drunkenly trying to type an explanation on her miniscule internal keyboard:
"Not hyper - just sugary fingertips after hypo" just so Reet won't record it as a true record and dob you in wrongly to the endocrinologist at the next diabetic review!
That!
As you were!
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| Humph the insulin pump and Rita the glucose meter, when they were new and Rita was still wearing her glam screen protector! |
