Oh, snap! No Snap for me!

I wore the final Snap body I was given as part of my review to nearly the last drop of insulin. With 2.3 units of insulin left in the penfill, and stranded in Lake Havasu, Arizona, in 117 degree heat (a long story I don’t want to talk about), I threw in the towel and got my tslim back out.The fancy-pants touch screen pump had been placed in “stasis” weeks before to keep it from driving me bonkers alarming all the time. But now, with a potential diabetes emergency looming, I couldn’t get the little f.er to come back out of its induced coma.Yeah. I had a backup flex pen of Humalog with me.And, yeah, I had a vial of Novolog with at least one syringe. But clearly, this wasn’t going to be any fun. With my iPad Mini screaming at me (in red letters) that I needed to plug in at once, and with no plug in sight, I frantically emailed SOS calls to everyone I knew at Tandem.Of course, despite drilling the fact into all my pumping patients, it never occurred to me to just call the friggin’ helpline number on the back of the pump.Luckily for me, my final message got through, and Craig Crease, Tandem’s chief sales dude for the Western United States, emailed instructions to my wife, who was able to reach me on my cell before it’s battery died too. He told me what to do to wake the pump back up. He also (paraphrasing) asked why the F I didn’t just call the helpline? And he was also a gentleman and restrained himself from saying it served me right for being a traitor and goin...
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