The Footless Man has had his insulin pump delivered. It is a very spiffy number and it came with a choice of colors, so it is purple. It came in a box with lots and lots of sinister looking packaged thingummies that turn out to be connector doohickeys and flasklets that hold insulin.
In the spirit of nine year old boy inquiry Mr Footless opened one of the packages to examine the slightly sinister occupant. After eying it carefully, twiddling all the bits, removing all the removable pieces and re assembling the works afterwords, He concluded that he has no idea how it installs the wee plastic tube that delivers the insulin in carefully measured doses.
This thing comes with a tome approximately 12 times its volume which was unable to enlighten him.* It spoke of many things, just not that. He remained mystified for a week and a half until the trainer called to set up a training session. She sweetly directed him to the company website and the training videos contained therein.
Last night Footless and I sat and looked at the training vids. It was very informative. The mystery is solved to his satisfaction and mine as well.
*I am wary of any technical thingy that has an instruction booklet bigger than the object, or that weighs more than the object. This does both.
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