(I'm calling it magnificent because it takes the sting out of moronic. Good call, right?)
Today’s official subject is about exercise. But since it gives me an ulcer just to think about soccer season and swim season, I’m going with the WILD CARD category, which I’m assuming can be used as an alternate if one would like to avoid the aforementioned ulcers.
The wild card gave a couple options, and I am choosing the Moronic Moment.
Because I have one almost every day…and yesterday’s was a doozy.
I have blogged about this recently, so you would think it happens ALL THE TIME…and I’m going to tell you it doesn’t, and you can believe me if you want to or not…(but seriously, it really doesn’t.)
Regardless, last night L’s tubing broke off his pump.
He walked into the kitchen, handed me his pump and said, “Sorry mom…it was chopped off.”
I wasn’t even gonna ask.
So since we are at my in-laws…and we weren’t heading home for like an hour, I pulled my Macgyver move and took J’s pump and attached it to L to bolus him.
I then proceeded to give him 60 carbs worth of insulin to cover his dinner.
Yup, I entered 60 carbs and just gave it to him.
With J’s pump.
With J’s ratios, not his.
My husband, (who apparently is the only one of us in our right mind,) was watching the entire thing.
“Wait,” he said. “Isn’t that programmed with J’s settings?”
“Yup.” I said…thinking “duh, it’s J’s pump.”
It took me that long. I’m not kidding…THAT LONG to figure out what I was doing.
My husband quickly entered the amount of carbs in L’s broken off pump to get the correct amount of insulin that L was SUPPOSED to get, and let me know. I had plenty of time to stop J’s pump when it got to the right amount.
Not the end of the world. But Hello stupid head! I have done this many times before, and I always...ALWAYS...give the child who is borrowing the pump insulin from the prime so it doesn't show up on the lenders IOB. And duh, the lenders setting are not right for the borrower anyway.
And speaking of moronic…here’s food for thought: Why don’t we have extra sets at my in laws house? We spend half our life there. (I’m not kidding.)
If my brain gets any more swelly, or any more hurty…I may need intervention.
The kind of intervention that involves a swimming pool, a passport and possibly, electroshock therapy.