I got very few abdomen answers. Which, coincidentally enough, is the only place the FDA have approved the type of sensor I have. None of them cared because they found places to put it that worked better for them. I got mostly arm and leg answers. I'm not ready for my arm. For a lot of reasons. Sadly, mostly for vanity reasons.
I have to admit, since I have gotten the CGM, I feel incredibly self-conscious about my body. I've NEVER been this crazy about how my body looks. I'm not your typical self-conscious person when it comes to my body. I have loved it the most when it was curvy. I was a nude model in college, for F@$% sakes. My roommates have gotten more than their full eye share, as have most of my girl friends. I mooned a kid on the second day of first grade. So, yea. Bashful has never really applied to me. But since the use of the CGM, I am horribly ashamed of my body. The little girl I nanny for is curious about it and lifts up my shirt to check it out. And I pull it down after quickly letting her know it's my medicine. I undress in my bathroom for showers. And wear a towel afterwards. I'm sure I'll get over it, but it's there.
So, I figured a new site could help. I picked my leg. And had to count to 33 before I pressed the little white button on the sen-serter. Then, I went to pull the sen-serter from the sensor, and the needle came with it. I got half way before I manually pressed it back in. Tim about passed out.
But, I got it in there. And, I don't feel as weird about it. Still creepy for me. But, I tried something. And it was successful. Now I just hope it reads...
Also, I have a slight skin allergy to nickel in metal. Which is funny, because the transmitter has it. So, I take a piece of cotton pad, cut it in half, and stick it under the sensor. Now, I'm not all red and bumpy and itchy when it comes off.
I hereby introduce you to Barry and Whitney. Barry is my insulin pump. He was named by five year old nephew when I asked him what the name should be. Whitney came from Tim, who dedicates it to Whitney Houston. So far, Barry gives me what I need and Whitney is a straight up, life-interrupting bitch.
Disclaimer: I do not promote using these products in any way other than how your doctor tells you is alright. Always consult with your Endo or a representative from the technology company before deciding where these can go.
Also, I was not paid or encourage by Medtronic, Tim or my five year-old nephew to write this blog. All words come from my mind only.