-Nothing can cause me to spew expletives like an alarming pod/PDM. Especially when it happens at bedtime. And because of a malfunctioning PDM that we were given the wrong information about. A few weeks ago, our PDM went crazy when I tired to set a temp basal. When I called OP, I was told it was because the batteries were too low. I had one bar left, and I knew I had set a temp basal with the battery flashing before, but whatever. Because the PDM went crazy, I had to also replace the pod.
Fast forward a week and it's bedtime. I need to set a temp basal again. What I didn't notice is that the battery was again low, and of course, the PDM started howling at me. Fred walked in as I was about to hurl it at the wall. I smiled politely at Elise, then stomped downstairs to collect all the pod change necessities, hissing the f-word through my teeth as I tried to keep my head from exploding. I was coo-coo-for-cocoa-puffs angry, mostly because I HAD JUST PUT A POD ON THAT DAY. When I called OP again about the problem, I was told the PDM should not do that. I love getting two different answers to the same question. We ended ed up getting the PDM replaced. Le sigh.
-Because of this, I now know how to reset a PDM... yay me!
-Sometimes it feels like diabetes was easier when Elise was younger. Because these days she notices everything that diabetes affects and it makes her so sad. From not getting to eat when she's high, to getting a much smaller piece of cake at a birthday party (something I only noticed after she had been served). She has really been battling the diabetes blues this past month, and it's killing me. The cake thing happened at a birthday party. Mattias was sitting right next to her and his piece was almost twice the size. Elise kept looking back and forth between their plates. Later she asked me if it was because of her diabetes. Obviously I lied and told her no.
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