I’ve had a recurring joke with Nic that we live parallel lives for the last wee while because it sometimes seems that at every turn we somehow experience very similar if not identical events in our diabetic lives – whatever that may be. It now turns out that this may in fact not be limited to just Nic and may be extendable to my one other close diabetic friend! Now, I’m not sure whether the debacle I’m about to admit to is because of the 14 hour days I’m pulling at work while I try to pull the details for my wedding together (which is next weekend) or simply because I have a habit of being a bit of a forgetful Jane (per se) but so goes the story…

Last Friday night my partner and I decided that it was time that we didn’t spend another weekend night at home in the tragedy of our own company so we did a call around, invited three friends over for dinner over a bottle of plonk and went out to a live gig at the King’s Arms.

*Pause for 2.6* – must have counted the CHO wrong. Oops!

We meet ‘friend’ at the venue which was a good 15 minutes from our house in a taxi (said ‘friend’ is also on a pump) but once the taxi has driven away I realise to my frustration that my pump is sitting at home on the bathroom vanity unit. My partner did mention this to me as I was getting ready to leave making this particularly annoying and so a string of profanity exits my mouth as I text my friend to explain how stupid I am. I also mention to ‘friend’ that I’m quite drunk so she can prepare herself.

The reply text however brings me great relief when ‘friend’ tells me that she has done exactly the same thing as me – a first for us both! She hadn’t said anything though cos she didn’t want to look like a fool but there isn’t much shame in me so I just blurted it out. I immediately feel better, get in ‘friends’ car and we both go collect our pumps, put them on and go back to bar for whiskey and pool to excellent live music. I swear that the whiskey was watered down, their pinball machine broke and gobbled my $2 but I wasn’t the only one that forgot my pump so it doesn’t matter squat.

I got home at some ungodly our of the night but had the sense to turn my basal rate down by 50% to avoid the otherwise inevitable hypo, had a class of water to avoid the otherwise inevitable hangover and completed a most successful day of wedding organising the next day.

Whoop whoop!

Reflecting on these events in a stoic way, I realised that this is definitely going to happen to me again at some point because the thing is so small and I am so used to wearing it that I wouldn’t actually notice whether I was or not. The poor guy in the picture doesn’t have any such excuse with his state-of-the-art insulin pump though does he. Man alive, you couldn’t do ANYTHING with that strapped to you and I reckon that if that was the option still I’d have stuck to MDI.

As a side note, I might be around a little less for the next two weeks while I get hitched and then head off overseas but knowing me, there’ll be some stupid/shameful/idiotic event that is worth telling you about before I make it out of the country so I’ll be back before then anyway.

See ya guys.

- Aaron