That would be T-Bear’s butt. Or, maybe his thigh. I’ve lost track. But, just to show how nonchalant I’ve become about the pump…
I knew T-Bear was going to need a Pod change this afternoon. But, I’ve stopped compulsively counting down every hour until the current Pod expires. I know, the term “expire” sounds kind of dire, acute, and critical (“This Pod will self-destruct in 10 seconds…”). But you actually have about an 8-hour window after expiration before the Pod stops functioning. Very nice. Unless you run out of insulin.
So, I knew we needed to do a Pod change this afternoon. I took the PDM and test kit down to the Imaginarium and got T-Bear set up to test for afternoon snack.
“Oh,” I said, “Look. We’ll need to change your Pod soon.”
“Oh,” T-Bear said, “Is that why I’m hearing a beeping noise?”
“Oh,” I said, “Are you hearing a beeping noise? I wonder what that could be.”
The Pod knew it needed to be changed, and was telling us so. We (huh) didn’t get it. No matter. It fell off about 20 min later when T-Bear changed his pants. Slap on new Pod. Good to go.
I love technology. Especially when it appears to be smarter and more reliable than I am.