Of Gorgeous Buggles and Broken Bellies

Gorgeous "buggles" curtesy of eipcscreensavers

A few months ago, my friend’s three-year old daughter wanted to know why I wore my insulin pump. I told her that “my belly was broken and the insulin pump gave me medicine that my belly needed to turn all the stuff in food into energy.” I kept it simple and she seemed to understand. She asked about the infusion set and the tubing and told me that she was happy to hear I had medicine for my belly.

Now, whenever I see her, she keeps a lookout for my boo-boo, and makes sure I'm OK.

A few days ago I went over there, and Cutie Pie (not her real name) and I had the following conversation.

Cutie Pie: Kel, you still got the boo-boo on your belly?

Me: Yep, right here.

Cutie Pie: So your belly's still broken? Awwww, does it hurt??

Me: Sometimes, but for the most part no. I’m just really happy it gives me the medicine I need.

Cutie Pie: Is your boo-boo starting to itch?...When it itches it means it’s getting better.”

Me: REALLY? No, it’s not itching yet.

Cutie Pie: Well, let me and Mommy know when it is, OK?

Me: OK, I will.

Cutie Pie: AND DON'T SCRATCH IT..it'll get infected. It’ll be OK Kel. Want to blow some buggles? Buggles will make your belly feel better.

Me: Would love to blow some buggles, thanks.

Cutie Pie: I’ll blow them, you pop them.

Me: OK, sounds like a plan.

Cutie Pie blew a bunch of bubbles, looked up at me and said: Aren’t the buggles gorgeous? Gorgeous buggles on a gorgeous day.

Me: They’re gorgeous and you’re more gorgeous!

Cutie Pie: Your so gorgeous! Love you Kel, lets blow more buggles.

Me: OK, I love you too.

So we blew more buggles...and the gorgeous day continued.