My (Type) Awesome Husband . . .

This month, the #dsma blog carnival is all about those non-diabetic people in our lives who make up our support system.  We were asked “What is a funny diabetes experience you had with a Person Without Diabetes / supporter / T-3?  Parents of CWd’s, please share your experience."

A couple of years ago posted my favorite funny diabetes experience with Pete, but I’m going to re-post it for the blog carnival since I’m sure the post is new to most of you.

Good help is hard to find . . .

Lately I've been having some issues with my CGM.  The sensors aren't working right and I'm getting tons of Bad Senor Errors.  (Yes, I am going to call Minimed about it - I just am lazy haven't gotten to it yet.)  However, the one I wore last week worked fine, so I'm wondering if it is a bit of user-error.  Maybe I need to plan my placement a little better instead of just slapping it on the same place over and over.

Sunday I decided to move farther around my lower back.  I knew it would probably be out of my reach, so I asked Pea if he felt up to inserting the sensor for me.  He's a pro at helping me attach the transmitter and apply the tape, but inserting the sensor would be new ground.

To start, I told him that it would hurt.  It always hurts, even when I do it.  I told him not to spend a lot of time worrying about if it will hurt me.  It will, but it's worth it and I'll get over it.  Then I had him do a trial run with an empty inserter.  This way, he could get an idea of how hard to press the button and what it would feel like.

Once that was done, I loaded the sensor and took off the needle guard.  One . . . two . . . three . . . shunk.  A small pinch, but not as bad as when I insert them.  One second later . . . OUCH!!!!  What was THAT?

As soon as the sensor was inserted, Pea was hit with a rush of excited pride and nervous panic.  The adrenalin caused him to yank the inserter away as quickly as possible - without holding the sensor down.  I turned to see the inserter in his hand with the sensor still in it.  A glance in the mirror showed nothing on my lower back except a small drop of blood.

Attempt #1 at the CGM?  Fail!

“This post is my May entry in the DSMA Blog Carnival.  If you’d like to participate too, you can get all of the information at http://diabetessocmed.com/2011/may-dsma-blog-carnival/“