One of the benefits (or drawbacks, depending on how you look at things) of living with diabetes is that you develop a pretty high tolerance for all things Gross. The sight of blood doesn't phase you in the same way it seems to bother most other people. Needles? Pssh. Please. Give me a real challenge.
That said, living with diabetes doesn't mean you won't still get a few moments of Gross that surprise you. Last night, for reasons that escape me, I had a "gusher". For those unfamiliar, a "gusher" is what soemtimes happens when an insulin pump infusion site is removed, and the hole it leaves consequently starts spurting or leaking blood. (A Blood Faucet, if you will.) I had been readjusting the bottom of my shirt, and somehow caught my pump tubing when I yanked - and, as you might guess, my less-than-24-hour-old pump site came with it.
And so did a whole lot of blood.
|You'll notice that the cannula didn't even have blood|
in it. He was perfectly clean! Jerk.
In my five years of pumping, this is only the second one I've had - which are pretty good odds, I guess. It wasn't something I handled gracefully, either - I could be heard yelling, "Awwww, crap!" when I saw the blood on my hand (because yes, it splattered everywhere).