So I have decided to start a blog…why I am still not sure. I don’t think I’m funny. I don’t expect to sounds smart or sophicated but I do enjoy writing and never get around to writing enough unless it is a press release at work. So here goes nothing….

I thought about how to start my first blog and figured I would start it with what has been affecting my life the most lately. THE PUMP. For those that don't know, the PUMP administers insulin without the use of shots every 6 hours. My doctor calls it the Rolls Royce of diabetes technology. Two years of saying no because I didn't want to be wired to something all the time I jumped on the bandwagon. Backtracking for a second....I was diagnosed with diabetes on May 29, 2005 at the age of 21. After three months of waiting to see the endrocronogist I was diagnosed with Type 1 diabetes which requires daily insulin shots.

The rest of the detailed somewhat depressing story is for another day. Anyhoo....

I am a week into using my insulin pump and I have already grown an attachment (no pun intended) to this thing that resembles a purple beeper. Right now it is attached to my lower back. The attachment is a small round circular adhesive spot that hooks to the tubing which administers the insulin. I feel like I am 12 years old again when giga pets were the popular thing to have and if you didn’t take care of them they would beep at you and remind you something was wrong. My pump does that. I am waiting for it to start talking to me like KITT on Night Rider. "HELLLOOO Lynsey check your blood glucose. Oooo Blood sugar is low. Go have a snack. Have a nice day."

Although the thought of having this thing attached to me 24/7 stressed me out it haven't been as bad as I expected and has already stabilized my sugar levels better than they have been in two years. I have already been called the bionic woman by a co-worker and asked how my robot was doing by the guy I am dating. I call him VB.

I will have updates about my so called robot and one day may want to throw it across the room if it doesn't cooperate but for now I don't think I will dump the pump. My bed is calling me. Good night.