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Thankful Thursday

I'm sure everyone gets tired of us, grumpy old Type 1s complaining about lack of funding, uneducated doctors, and lagging technology. But today, I am momentarily going to forget all those things, and present something I'm thankful for [Diabetes-related, of course!].

A long time ago, well, almost 12 years ago, I started taking insulin via syringe. It was sorta an ugly thing with a scary needle and obnoxiously orange cap.


Yup, the syringes and I were pretty much BFFs. Heck, I thought it was high class to mix two different types of insulin in the same syringe. Good times!

But then I was introduced to 'le pen. Pretty much a nifty way of disguising the wretched insulin in a very-not-pen-like tube+cap. This was during Junior High, and boy did I think I was awesome. "He guys, check out my cool new pen...oh, wait, it's not a pen...it's totally some bad ass insulin." It was so cool, that instead of simply referring to it as the "pen" it became the "P.E.N.", which equated to Pretty Effing Nifty. Junior High throwback!

Yes PEN, you were pretty awesome, complete with your twist-on needle and click-step insulin dosage.

But then, something new came along, well, it wasn't really new, but it was new to little Nerdy April. The Insulin Pump [enter chorus of sweet angelic music here]. It was top of the line, required less skin pokeage, and was electric blue. Dang girl! I had my rusty trusty Minimed 508 for 4 whole years.
And when I took my first pump class I was persuaded to use the Silhouette pump-site-needle-thingy. I was skinnier back then and this type of needle was recommended for younger/skinnier people. I was too scared to use the "inserter" that came with it, so for about 8 years I manually inserted my old-school silhouettes. They looked sorta like this, well, actually, exactly like this:


Holy, crap that needle was long...and when it comes to needles I am a huge weenie. No, not a wiener dog, just a weenie. So, after 8 years and a little persuasion from my Dietitian, April [yes we have the same name, and she was also a bad ass, so I'm ok with it], I decided to try the Quick Set site with accompanying Quick-Serter. This little blue-thing-of-beautifulness makes my life so much easier. Now, I don't have to mentally prepare for the long, drawn out, needle-putting-in session. I simply put it all together and click the buttons!

So, this Thursday, I am thankful for the Quick-Serter...designed for Diabetics, used by weenies.

Comments

  1. I love my Quick-Serter! The animals hate the sound because it is so loud, but it sounds a lot worse than it feels. I can't imagine inserting without it!

    I was on pens when I was first DXed. I remember all my boys at AC thought I was B.A. because I was shooting up with a needle into my arm at the lunch table. I'm totally grateful for the pump now, but the PENs were nifty, too!

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