Fate is not done with me yet.

I will not retell all the bad things that have happened to me in the last three months. seems there is still another lesson I need to learn: my insulin pump went kaputt (a technical term meaning shit the bed)
Deep breath now and pretend I am back in the '70s with my syringes. I had suppressed the memory of how tedious the whole process is. My fingers are sore from doing blood samples for measuring. I forgot my glucose to insulin ratio and all the other little data the pump's computer took care of.

Not to worry, Medtronic already sent me a new pump. Now I need to learn to set it up correctly. Low growling from me in the background. My endo people sent me the two data I need to calculate the amount of insulin I need to inject, but all the other set up data is a mystery to me. I should have attention when Amanda set up the pump the last time.
Oh rats! Now I am paying for it. And you know what happens to a heart patient when anxiety hits! I am going to sit on the floor and do my yoga breathing.