The six million Peso diabetic
“Good Lord,” said my friend Laura, “what is all that crap on your belt? You look like the bionic man.”
A few days before, I had a quick snack with one of my diabetic sisters. She looked the Navigator with interest, but flatly stated she’d never wear one. “Look at the size of that thing! It’s a monster!”
Leaving the restaurant, a cell phone sales man stopped me to ask what the heck it was. He’d thought it was some sort of GPS and Phone. Actually it is sort of a GPS, it tells us our Global Position in our blood sugar.
Well, the device is big. And it is a pain. Literally. I’ve got a bruise on my stomach from the top of the cleaver articulated clip. I’ve worn Guardian for years, both with a pump and pumpless with no trouble.
Navigator: 0. Guardian: 1.