On being a cheap SOB
But I've always thought that I was IMMUNE to diabetic cheapness. Wrong.
When I put my last leg set in it hurt. Hurt a lot. Hurt bad. Hurt so you forget to breathe for a minute. Sharp, like a bee sting. But then the right brain kicks in. That's a $40 sensor. Be a man. So I left it in. Wrong call. It hurt some off and on. Never quite enough to signal a definite problem; but always enough to signal that things weren't quite right too. I rode it out for a couple of days. This morning the pain was dull, throbbing "pay attention to me" level. Finally common sense ruled the day. I pulled the set early.
The sensor was bent at a crazy angle. Looks like I hit something inside the leg. Muscle maybe? Then, with all the assorted bandages and tapes off I could see clearly that the leg was very swollen. It is an area about the diameter of a tennis ball. Raised almost an inch above the normal level of the skin. At first it hurt more with the sensor out than in, but now it's getting better.
Printcrafter's tip of the day: don't be a cheap SOB. If it hurts like hell when you put it in, take the sucker out. Screw the $40. You'll be able to walk without limping.