Did I Really Just Ask This?

About 3 years ago, I was looking for a solution to end my blood sugar woes. I finally was approved to get on an insulin pump.

It's been a rough couple of years. I mean, I love the flexibility of it and the fact that I don't have to carry around shots everywhere I go is great. I can adjust levels when I'm dancing so I don't drop into oblivion.

But my problem with it is that it's a hassle sometimes. I can't spontaneously buy pants without worrying about if they have pockets. I will always roll over it when I sleep and get tangled in the pump cord. There are some days, I swear, I'm in worse control than I've ever been. But each time I make an adjustment, I fall to pieces. It's the most conveniently frustrating piece of equipment I own.

And I've gotten so lazy with it. I eat whatever the heck I want and just dose up. I don't keep records anymore. To think that 23 years of careful calculation has slowly become obsolete.

So I emailed my doctor this morning and told her I need a break from the pump. We'll see what happens and how many times my dance buddies have to watch out for me.