Trash


Pump Set Change + CGM Sensor Switch = Lots of Waste.

Every few days.

Glad I have curbside trash pickup every week!

Comments

Unknown said…
Me too! We stretch Dexter out to 10 days and unfortunately...Joe's pump sites are currently being changed out every 36h. That is a lot of TRASH.
February 3, 2011 at 6:04 AM
Jess said…
lol! me too! we try to recycle as much as possible, so i kinda feel bad throwing all the packaging away. think pump companies would start a recycling program? ;)
February 3, 2011 at 9:05 AM
Donna said…
That picture looks VERY familiar!!!! =)
February 3, 2011 at 5:07 PM
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