A brief example of T1D decision-making, even with cyborg pocket pancreas and being a Bluetooth-connected device: had to change out my CGM this morning because it was 18 minutes from the end of its 10-day lifespan but it was a running day and I’d have to run with the thing warming up so, even though it’s a beautiful, pre-wind advisory Sunday morning – my favorite day to run, so long as I don’t end up on the path of Amish buggies on their way to whoever among them is hosting church that day – I decided to stay home and box instead. Main reason being that the CGM was going in my abdomen this time and the last time I tried to stab myself in the stomach with its flexible stabby thing the goddamn thing failed during warmup, so I had to put it in my arm again which isn’t always fun and I didn’t want to have to deal with another one failing and going three for three in my poor left arm. Good news: this one is working fine, and my gambit paid off - even if my blood sugar won’t be quite as happy as it would like to be; I am nothing if not a moderately-functional part-cyborg Bluetooth device. Victory, for the time being.
