So, I guess it's no secret. I turned 35 this year. For the record, I certainly don't feel 35. I'm not ashamed to say that most of the time, I totally lie about my age and get away with it. The other day at the endocrinologist's office, I told the lady my birthday date, and she questioned me. I asked her to be my best friend. Anyway, this year, I thought about doing something wild for my birthday. I'm pretty straight-laced. Fun, but conservative... a rule follower to say the least. Not really daring. Ok, not even a little daring. But for my birthday, my 35th birthday, I wanted to step outside the box.
I considered a tattoo, but soon realized I'm too big of a chicken. I had my belly button pierced before I had my babies, but the thought of re-doing it... not so much. Possibly a tongue ring? Those are cool, right? Right? Still, nothing clicked.
I almost gave up before I finally settled on a solution--something that finally worked for me. Something I think is WAY cool and I'm certain is going to change my life. And yes, it involved needles.
Like it??? Ok, so I totally DID NOT get a lip ring. For the record, I think it's awesome, but again... boc, boc. I'm a chicken.
But I did do this....
I am now the proud wearer of an Omnipod insulin pump. If you can't tell from the pictures, it's on my back, down low on the right. I went for training today and am fully hooked up and official. So far, so good. I can already see how this is going to make things easier and better for me in dealing with Type 1. Plus, I think it's way cool. Not quite the coolness quality of a lip ring, but close.
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