When I’m wearing pods on the back of my arm; doorways are my nemesis. Although this is embarrassing to admit, I’ve torn off no less than 10 pods while walking through doorways. Last night, I put on a new pod and walked into the bathroom to check the placement. Just as I crossed the threshold, I heard the telltale “clunk” and felt some of the adhesive pull off.
It’s usually an ashamed moment, but last night it was a bloody mess. It didn’t hurt any more than the other times, it just looked particularly gruesome. So, like a big girl, I peeled the pod off, sucked as much insulin out of it as I could and began the process of activating a new one.
I can only hope that I’m not the only pump user who is so proximally challenged.