Rex is/was my insulin pump. Until tonight. I've had him for just over a year.
It's 1:30 in the morning; I'm sitting by the phone with my parents, waiting for a call back from the hospital. We've already talked with Minimed. But apparently, my pump has gone to Heaven... wasn't it bad enough to have my first pancreas quit on me, and now Rex?!
I'm tired, but I can't sleep. And we've got to run out to the store tonight for alcohol swabs, etc., as well. I don't have any Lantus in the house, so we're trying to figure out what doses of Novolog I need right now and how often. Something about switching unexpectedly back to shots makes me a little sad :(
I'm such a baby; I'm going to miss my first pump, ha ha. :P I ordered a different color this time, as you can't order a not-Rex, have it look like Rex, but it not be Rex. (yes, I've named it) This post is kind of rambly - probably thanks to being tired, and insulin-less. Also, this probably belongs on a blog post. But I'm lonely :( So, looking for company as I wait, ha ha. Maybe we can comiserate about lame pumps that die on you for no reason. There has to be a good story about that somewhere?