Kaleidescope

Dealing with Type-1 Diabetes provides many many many surreal moments.  Valentine's Day evening produced one of those indellible images to me, and from neither heart-shaped candy, nor heart-shaped pizza.

The view from above.

Pump insets, lancets, cartridge injectors, single-use syringes all produce "medical sharps" which must be disposed of in a manner that won't allow the garbage handles to get accidentally poked.  In our house, that's an old milk jug that currently sits about half-full in our kitchen.  It is safely stored where the adults can reach it, but cannot accidentally spill to the floor.  Out of necessity, we had to move it from its usual location, and in so doing, I looked down the barrel for the first time in probably a year to the image you see above this paragraph.

All the clicks, twists, "error-5"s contained in that jug would tell an amazing story.  School days delayed because of mandatory site changes?  They're in the jug.  "Sure you can have a cupcake, I just need to see your finger first"?  Yep, in the jug.  "I already changed that one this morning"?  Yes, it's in there too.

As we steam ahead toward our 2nd "D-Day", this image will stay with me.  From stacks, drawers and boxes of pump supplies, test strips and multi-clicks, come the cluttered canister in this picture.  Two years of story problems and science projects, filtered down to a half a milk bucket.