Shortly after I got moving this morning, THIS started:
When I checked my Dex post shower I was quite surprised that my bedazzling was not only still intact, BUT my Dex is hardly frayed around the edges (it has indeed been a whole week).
In one week I haven’t used any IV3000 to keep Dex stuck to me (shocking) and a bunch of rhinestone stickers have survived my workouts, longer than should be acceptable showers, and the various outfit changes I seem to make on a daily basis.
So what has changed? Nothing that I can think of EXCEPT the rhinestones are a new decoration! If they are helping keep Dex in place, then guess what folks? I am going to remain one heck of a bedazzled, glittery, pretty pony.
1. Putting a Dexcom sensor in my arm, solo, is definitely doable. Having gravity work to my advantage to release inserter… maybe not so much. I watched the amazing Kim from www.textingmypancreas.com and she is so smooth (and bravery/awe inspiring). Her Arm Dexcom Insertion video is awesome, but for some reason she has better gravity (the gravity in NYC may be broken, but I have not confirmed this). I get the site inserted (woo hoo) but can’t get the inserter OFF MY DAMN ARM. Mild panic then ensues (and hopping). I consider going downstairs, asking my doorman to pull the inserter off while I squeeze the sensor sides. I then wonder which doorman is on duty. I’m convinced it’ll be the same doorman who told me he was going to faint the time I tripped and came home with a bloody knee. THAT makes me laugh. Yes, I’m sick in the head. Doorman horrified and passed out while I greet my neighbors with that barbaric inserter protruding out of my tricep.
Here’s what I’ve realized…having a bra on the bathroom door knob is key. I use it as a sling shot to release the inserter while I frantically squeeze the sensor. This manuever may make me either McGuyver or a genius, or someone who needs to straighten up.
2. Speaking of straightening up, if you need to do some Spring cleaning (well in my case it’s more like Summer-Fall-Winter-Spring cleaning), donating your gently worn clothing to a charity, will make you feel good. Donating to a store that supports diabetes research will make you feel EVEN better (it’s also extremely motivating). NYers, check-out Cure Thrift Shop. Cool right?
3. Making jokes with fellow DOC friends on Twitter about Dexcom adhesion battles, really will lighten your mood. It also MAY turn a hassle… into an art project!
Memorial Day Weekend and I did what most New Yorkers do (Ok that’s not true. I did NOT go to the Hamptons). I did however enjoy time with friends who happen to have outdoor space (yep, a rooftop get together). Gorgeous right?
I wore a strapless sundress and just inserted my first (drum roll please) unassisted (more drum rolling) Dexcom site in my arm earlier in the morning (woo hoo *Victory Dance*).
Friends arrived at the rooftop festivities with their 2 1/2 year old, Lady B. I joke that Lady B is smarter than I am. The joke is that I’m not joking. This kid quite possibly (possibly = definitely) has a better vocabulary than I do and is so bright that I am considering hiring her to work in my office and run my finances. Anyway, when it became too dark to sit on the roof, we went to my friend’s apartment where Lady B and I sat next to each other on the sofa. We started playing what I would like to call, “Riding A NYC Bus” (lots of colliding into each other). Quickly it was determined that said friend’s loft steps were the “bus stop” and the sofa was the bus. When we sat on the steps we were squished (the steps are narrow, or I have a big butt, or something like that, shhh no judgements), and my Dexcom sensor was right in Lady B’s face every time she spoke to me. I kept her jabbering, not sure how to explain my arm if she asked (I have limited knowledge on 2 year olds. That is also true for 1 and 3 years olds). Lady B and I ran around the coffee table and back to the bus stop. I felt a tiny little hand cup right over the Dex sensor and Lady B leaned up and asked what was on my arm. I stammered and started to explain that my body doesn’t always work correctly and this helps me know how to make it better. She kept patting the sensor, with the gentlest touch, so cautious. Her Dad started explaining it is medicine. She kept smiling, staring at the Dexcom sensor, so I told her it helps me stay healthy and strong so I can play with her. Apparently that was all she needed to know because she pulled her hand away and told me it was time to get on the bus.
The bus game continued (its Manhattan on a holiday weekend, lots of transfers) and my Dexcom sensor became the hot topic (what else are you going to talk about while waiting for the bus right?). When Lady B realized a sticker held the Dexcom on my arm her eyes were as wide as saucers and her whole face lit up. She kept patting my arm and telling me how much she likes “this” (The Dexcom). I wasn’t sure whether to laugh or cry. I’ve had my fair share of frowning looks and stares from strangers in the last few weeks. The weather is warm and I own far more sleeveless items of clothing than I ever realized. When asked, I explain to strangers that I’m diabetic and and quickly explain “it” tracks my blood sugar levels. Depending on the person’s reaction I might say something like I’m under house arrest OR I’m in the Witness Relocation Program and add a giggle, but there I was, playing crazy bus ride, with a little girl who wanted to talk stickers and for some reason, kept nodding her head and saying, “I like this”.