this is an insulin pump, just like the one i wear, only mine is purple.

i've named my pump Sam.

sickness has rituals. like naming an insulin pump. celebrating D-Day [diagnosis day] - mine is March 28th. last year marked 10 years. i ate cake.


This is how i insert my insulin pump, every other day. it doesn't hurt- usually- unless i hit a blood vessel or a nerve. it's almost like the lunar lander landing on mars, only i'm mars.

i don't name the insertion device. we're not friends like that.


this is my continuous glucose sensor. it wirelessly transmits blood sugar date to my pump. we have an off and on relationship, because she's such a pricey date. if i were to take her out every day, she'd cost me about $400 a month because insurance companies don't cover her yet. i haven't named her either because i'm not sure how long term our relationship is going to be yet. i'm starting to get the feeling she might be a gold digger.


this is the sensor in action. look, you even get a hologram across your belly, blood sugar reading and all. of course, i am joking about the hologram.







now finally, does any of all this look like an ipod? not really. it more looks like cyborg technology. i'm literally a hybrid, half woman, half gadget + insulin pump. i don't mind, it gives me edge. or at least, i'd like to think so.

anyways all you Sickos, i'm wiped. i need to go to bed or my other maladies my kick my butt tomorrow. and today has been one tiring day. and tomorrow is going to be so exciting, i have to have some sort of energy reserve.

so in closing, i'd like to say goodnight.

goodnight to all my dreamers who believe in a better world.

to those who don't give up, despite the most unlikely odds.

to those who suffer in silence and despair, my your dreams tonight take you away from every last ache.

may you wake tomorrow with a reservoir of hope, energy and determination to keep on waging this crazy battle called disability.

and when your very last hope leaves with the cold winter air, remember you are not alone. and you do count for something. you matter. so don't give up. don't despair.

stick to your dreams and you will truly fly.