I suppose IT might be different for people diagnosed as children, who can barely remember what life was like without diabetes.  But for me, diagnosed in my mid-30's, it still shocks me sometimes…

Sometimes lying in bed at night, I think possibly it's completely a mistake — maybe I could just stop fetching all the meds and using all these devices, and my consistence would just go back to doing what information technology used to do.  Maybe IT was only a pip, like a bad cold or rash that hung on bye you almost believed you'd have it forever.

Sometimes when I have a really bad day (like this Saturday), where my blood glucose plummets to 60 and later soars to just low-level 300, the frustration is hard to reign in.  I know it's the disease making me Dwight Lyman Moody, but knowing that doesn't make it any easier.  I'm with great care GD mad and disgusted it all!

And here I am, uncomparable of the unbelievably lucky ones: well-nigh two months ago I started on the new OmniPod tubeless tire insulin pump, generally considered the state-of-the-art insulin therapy at the moment.  And it is amazing.  From a design viewpoint, this deuce-part system is in a league of its own. The pocketable insulin pod that you attach to your body is controlled wirelessly from a close-packed unit that looks and feels mistakable to some consumer Personal digital assistant, and uses simple English language for commands.

I address the OmniPod my little miracle machine, since it's made living so often easier and more pleasant than when I was on shots.  Talk about frustration: the newspapers like-minded to cover that pumps replace (heave!) "upfield to 4-5 injections a mean solar day."  Hell, with my crazy agenda and all the corrections, I was up to more like octet.  And trying to "graduate" my dosing was like playing pool with a blindfold on.

So I'm fortunate and deeply pleasant to companies similar Insulet…

On the other hand it hits Maine: pending the miracle of a cure, this thing International Relations and Security Network't going away.  And when I consider living the rest of my life with this XL half-kiwi lump connected my abdomen, I put on't feel so propitious. Every time that unit on my belly presses against something and it hurts, or I wear IT on my arm and it catches on the door jampack and nearly pulls off… Every time I look closely at my overloaded handbag, containing at to the lowest degree 3 separate and distinct extremity devices (don't get me started connected packing for travel with diabetes!), I implore taciturnly for farther innovations and convergence.

The time has come for those of us living with these devices to stop quietly accepting what we're given, and rather make some noise about what we truly wish every bit these products evolve.

Just some additional thoughts from one of 20M+ Americans extant with diabetes… FWIW.