It occurs to me that when I'm able to successfully program a temp basal through my clothing, instead of having to pull out my insulin pump to look at the screen - and the sounds on my pump are disabled, which means I'm just counting button presses - it's a lot like beating this guy:
...and it makes me wish that Barney Stinson were a real person, as immediately afterwards I would meet him for a drink because HIGH FIVE WHAT IS UP.
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