Those three photos sum up my night. I was being a good little divabetic, and I changed my site after the allotted three days.
But nothing ever goes right. I bled through the catheter, through the actual site, and through the tube. And I think I hit a nerve or something, because I still have waves of pain radiating through my body.
That's diabetes though. It's painful, it's gut wrenching, and it's hard. But the thing is, I'd rather have some temporary pain that lasted a couple hours, than be in and out of the hospital with DKA.
I know this is a short post, but I think the pictures speak a lot louder than words ever could.