She’s dead, Jim.
She’s served me faithfully since I was diagnosed over 3 years ago. I was put on the pump almost immediately. My family had taught me how to carb-count all through growing up, so I was an ideal candidate.
Yesterday, I had taken off work due to some sort of stomach flu and I thought I would just sit on the couch with a bucket and comforting movie marathon. If only. I bolused and it screached and told me to call Insulet. It’s done this before (maybe that was signs of it dying), so I wasn’t worried. They were going to tell me some magic button combination to get it work again. But, no, the logo came up and down and up and down and never past the logo. It was dead.
They said the earliest they could have it to me is Friday, so two days away. For those two days… do what my Endo says. I had to call my endo on call (who was none too pleased). He was in disbelief at first — he always has contingency plans for his Medtronic users but never in his 20 years has he seen an Omnipod PDM break. I guess I’m just lucky that way.
Much running around to get Lantus as the stores are closing around me. Then trying to figure out how much Lantus I need. Then trying to figure out how to pay for it all. It was a 6 hour ordeal.
So far from that “rest” that was needed for my stomach flu.
I’m just thankful it was under warranty. I’m thankful I was able to get it all done. Being pumpless feels a bit… defenseless and scary but God is getting us through.