I think I’ve mentioned that I’m working towards getting help with my diabetes… in all forms. I always feel great when I can help someone else, and it’s usually such a small effort for such a great reward, I don’t feel like I’m burdening someone else with my disease. I’m just asking for a little bit of help sometimes when I need it!
That said, you know as well as I do just how much work life with diabetes can be.
So, I’m making an effort to get help from my husband.
Which, not surprisingly, involves teaching him how to use my pump.
As a little background here, I met my husband almost thirteen years ago. My husband has always been very good at the carbohydrate side of things (I absolutely love that I can eat a meal—usually at a restaurant—and then ask him how many carbs he thinks I just ate! He’s really pretty good at the estimation, based only on what he saw my plate looked like before and after a meal. Crazy great!!)
But I’ve determined it would be a great thing if he knew how to work my pump, too. My CGM sometimes keeps me from getting a good night’s sleep and it would be lovely if, before he goes to bed, he can check my blood glucose and tell my pump and deliver insulin without me being involved or having to wake up.
Maybe it’s a pipe dream, but I’m willing to give it a try. (And, most gratefully, so is my husband.)
It’s going to be weird. He’s going to completely invade my personal space… those precious 23 inches between me and my pump… I’m about to start sharing that space.
Talk about trust!!
Wish us luck.
