I don't know where it came from or how it happened, merely I developed a hateful transmission from my latest infusion site. Check this out:

Ab initio I clean view information technology was other bark irritation imputable my stupid allergic reaction to medical adhesives.  But this one was in flood and sore, and even hurt when I walked.

Having some undergo with bacterial infections that can turn venomous, my husband insisted that I endure see a doctor correct off. That of course meant dropping everything for a 20-second trek stunned to my primary care physician, whom I just ever go steady.  Course, she wasn't in on Tuesday, thusly complete upwards in the suite next door with any on-call furbish up who clearly didn't make love a thing about Type 1 diabetes.

The sight of my OmniPod on my shoulder made him leap out.  Then He saw me checking my sugar, and asked "what my number was." When I replied, "well, it's 113 right now," he bust a smile and said, "Oh, soh you're in very good master!"  As if one number at any given taper off in time determines your diabetes control. Sheesh! You'd think a doctor would experience better than that.  After that I kept thinking, "113 is in reality a little risky this soon later breakfast.  What if I'd reported a number in the 200's?  Would you be unfavourable me now for my poor control?!"

Anyway, he was nice otherwise.  After hearing my story, he opted for an antibiotic that was "less likely to cause allergic reactions" (thank you very some). I have to take the pill fourfold a day for 10 days, and I am instructed to use warm up compresses on the contagion site just every bit often, to increase blood flow. Oklahoma, I'm pretty used to medical inconveniences at this point, but what astir populate WHO ingest real jobs in offices? What make out they do if their bellies need warming quaternary multiplication a solar day?

In the end, the but thing that matters is whether this has any semipermanent impact on my ability to keep on pumping.  Supreme Being knows I don't require to riposte to injections!  Again, it's not the pokes themselves that botheration me, but the complexity of struggling to assure my BG levels with two different insulins and varying insulin:carb ratios throught the day. Non to reference how much more difficult corrections are to solve yourself.  Ugh!

But I can see I'm not the only pumper WHO's ever experienced an infusion land site infection, or other complications with getting your site right field.  Stupid, sensitive skin.