Fog of bore, continued – unless it lifts in a few minutes, outdoor run seems unlikely.

Weary of hearing about the insulin pump since I drove two hours each way yesterday to be told what I was doing wrong (everything – even though I'm also – said in the same breath – doing all I can: welcome to life with T1D) and given a sales pitch. Lost track of how many times I heard “you’re a smart guy.”

He’s right, of course: not only am I “a smart guy,” but it's time for a pump, to have a device connected to me 24-7 (not that I don't already with the Libre CGM) but with added tubing and beeping – and, yes, from everything I've read about the intended device (TSlimX2), it's the best option for me. I've known it was time for a pump since at least March, if not earlier, but I've put it off.

Alas, that time has come to an end – and so phone calls will be made and the process of Robocop-ing my poochscrewed pancreas will begin later today. Fuck you, immune system.