The first time my pump ever made weird squalling noises is the first time I ever traveled with other teachers from my middle school. It's always awkward to have to prick my finger in public, check my blood sugar, deal with a low, but I refuse to retreat to the bathroom. It's just not worth it to hide anymore. Fortunately most people are very understanding, and want to know more about diabetes. I am always surprised about how much people don't know even though it's all over the news and in newspapers.
When we were returning from our fast and furious two day trip to west Texas, I noticed my newly changed pod pricking me in my back. It doesn't usually do that, but I put it out of my mind and repositioned myself in my seat. During dinner, I noticed a high-pitched whining sound. I thought it was the restaurant we were in, but when we got back in the van to travel the final leg of the trip towards home, it continued. It was then that I checked my PDM and found out the the cannula that stays inserted into my skin was bent, and insulin could no longer be delivered. Thankfully, I brought an extra pump. So, with six members of the junior and high school looking in, I set out my medical menagerie and got to work. After I changed it out, it worked fine. The shame was wasting 130 units of insulin. Boo. Hiss.
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