Well last week I was pottering about while the maintenance man was replacing the sink in my flat (appartment for my cousins over the pond), which for a long time had a crack in it but was exacerbated by the shelf falling off the wall during one of next doors marathon door slamming sessions!! They are now ex-tennants and its so beautifully peaceful that I cannot express it in words!!
I digress, I was pottering about making myself useful, making tea and supplying biscuits, setting the world to rights with the nicest of tradesmen.
I bent down to muzzy my cat and as I stood up, in a split second, barely measurable on a timescale, my pump sprang to life wriggled out of my pocket, defied the clip which was also attached to the edge of the pocket where it had been innocently slumbering. I heard the crack of plastic meeting plastic as the clip snapped shut on itself.
Instinctively I stooped and grabbed for the little blue lightning streak, too late, too late!! As it reached terminal velocity I felt a pulling on my belly and then a relaxing as the pump reached the end of it’s tether and bounced back up (infusion sets are remarkably elastic!) Grab number two and I missed it again, it was like someone put me in slo mo and turned my hands into spades… and then the pulling and pfffft noise and the disturbing burning stinging sensation of a bloody big elastoplast being ripped off.
My pump lay momentarily motionless on the floor under its coiled infusion set with cannula still attached, looking remarkably like a mutant scorpion. It took a moment to register and then I realised I was disconnected!
I looked down at my belly and my nice formerly white vest was developing a large red splodge at high speed, there was an ensuing chorus of bad language which hung in the air like a blue cloud and a frantic rummaging in my meds box for some sterile wipes and something absorbent. The poor maintenance man looked all wide eyed and horrified and was asking if he could help (but I suspect secretly hoping I’d say no).
My gaaaaawd it bled alot for aaaaages, I went through several absorbent pads, plasters and such til it stopped, needless to say, my vest will never be the same, I am seriously considering taping the damn line on to me aswell and the maintenance man smiles nervously at me now, though I’m not sure if it was the frenetic rushing around, the language or the blood which has left him with the twitchy smile :o)