I was out for dinner last night and after the meal (and a number of beers) I needed to refill my pump cartridge. Normally, I would always do this at home but I was running late and didn’t have time so I just chucked the stuff in my bag instead and out I went.

Going through the motions as you do, I eventually ended with priming the line with a good couple of units being injected onto my finger since I didn’t want to get it on the table for the next lucky diner. Immediately upon doing this I remembered just how much the smell of insulin really, really reminds me of the smell of a hospital! Maybe it is…

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