I bit the bullet and told Animas to fill this quarter’s supply with Inset Infusion sets rather than Comfort’s.
I really dread site changes, because I have to deal with a needle. Funny, but lancelet’s don’t bother me. The actual act of the injection doesn’t bother me, but the blasted needles do. That’s one of the reasons I was happy to go to the pump.
I have earned my needle phobia. I went through the windshield of a car — from a bicycle, and got to watch them stitch my face, not once, but twice. Once the night of the accident, and second when a plastic surgeon fixed the problems that the ER doc caused.
This way, I don’t have to watch the needle.