Oh crap! Can’t go to bed yet. I forgot to refill my reservoir.
It’s 11:30pm. Open the fridge, pull out the insulin, set it on the counter. Give it a few minutes to warm up, and come back.
I’ve done this a million times. I could fill a reservoir in my sleep. And maybe that’s what I was doing, because I can’t figure out how this happened.
Next thing I know, the reservoir and attached vial of insulin fly out of my hands. I can see it all happening in slow motion. My hands reaching out in an attempt to catch it.
“Noooooooooo!!!!” I cry, diving for the vial. But it’s too late. The vial of insulin smashes to the tile floor. Did I mention the vial was almost full?
If you look REALLY CLOSELY, you can see the puddle of
insulin and broken glass on the floor.
|The bottom of the vial broke open…|
..and so did the top.
Impressive, ain’t it?
In almost 20 years of living with Type 1 Diabetes, this is only the second time I’ve broken a vial of insulin. And of course it would be super late at night. And my last vial.
Two choices: go to the pharmacy at midnight to get more insulin, or fill the reservoir with the dregs of a couple vials that have been sitting in the fridge for who knows how long. I was exhausted, and chose the dregs.
Big mistake. Woke up to this: