I was in the bathroom at work when I first noticed it. A small, deep purple bruise was forming beneath the clear plastic window of my infusion site.
I was a little surprised, given that it had already weathered 24 hours worth of insulin boluses and a good night’s sleep. But I was also not surprised, given it was placed smack bam in the centre of my stomach where I have the least meat on me.
My mind wandered to the pencil case sitting on my desk, however I soon realised that the spare infusion set sitting in there belonged to my YpsoPump. Not a match for the late Animas Vibe I had replaced it with three weeks ago.
My mind wandered to the demi pen and needles that I carry around with me. However, I soon realised that there was no insulin cartridge in there because I’ve been feeling a little paranoid about insulin going bad until recently.
My mind wandered to the Chemist outside, which would probably loan me some insulin if I presented my NDSS card and promised to return with a script. However, I soon realised that it would be wasteful given all of the insulin I had in my fridge at home.
My mind wandered to the low carb chicken salad that I had packed for lunch. However, I soon realised that there were also amazing croutons in there that I had baked with the chicken juices. Not to mention that my blood sugar might also be a little high if the site was failing.
My mind wandered to the needle that was contained in my YpsoPump infusion set. However, I soon realised that there was no way that I would be able to macgyver it to reapply my failing infusion set into a fresh spot.
My mind wandered to my lunch hour, where I would probably have enough time to drive home and come back. However, I soon realised that even though I lived close enough, I could not be bothered rushing there and back and wolfing my lunch down afterwards.
My mind wandered to my Dad, who I felt super guilty for bothering, but who I also knew wouldn’t ever complain about having to deliver an infusion set to me at work.
It’s been a long time since I’ve had an infusion site fail on me well after placing it. I guess in the back of my mind I’ve been putting off updating my travel kit, telling myself it won’t happen.
I bring my pencil case carrying all of my diabetes back ups with me almost everywhere I go. I hardly ever need to fall back on it when I’m out and about. And yet the one time I do, I don’t have the right stuff in there!