Pump Sightings in the Wild

Until you're knee deep in it T1D isn't even on your radar. You're oblivious to what it entails. How much planning and preparation every little trip takes. Whether it be to the mall or the other side of the country. I'm getting more lackadaisical about it and it shows. 

Caitlin and I recently ventured out to the movies. A quick 25 minute drive which turned into 2 round-trips, during rush hour, because someone (that would be me), forgot to throw a blood sugar meter in her purse.  We still made the movie but it cut into our precious pre-movie shopping time.  We went through the stages of should we guess, eat low carb, grab a new meter and strips at target ($$$$$), etc..  But we knew the only answer was to run back home for it.  

Spotting someone else with T1D out in the general population is not something I would have expected we would get so excited about. Seeing the little peek of tubing at someone's waistband, or a pump site on the back of someone's arm. It sparks a whole conversation about how long since diagnosis, what pump you use, and makes you feel connected to this perfect stranger in an instant.  

While out this weekend celebrating "The Diabirthday" Caitlin spotted a woman bolusing for desert on the front steps of Pastiche in Providence. That one little spotting offered her a sense of normalcy and solidarity in her journey that she sometimes feels alone on.  So thank you anonymous woman in Providence with the Animas Ping.  Thank you for showing Caitlin that she should wear her pump loud and proud and never feel the need to hide who and what she is.