Probably the Only Gadget I Don't Need

I've admitted before that I'm a shameless gadget sucker. I'm always on the lookout for the newest, greatest miracle tool. The ironic thing is that I am not the gullible type and I tend way more on the skeptical side. For some reason, the process of proving (or in most cases, disproving) the claim is just FUN!

Anyway, my ears perked right up when I was working today and heard gadget-names like "Paradigm, H-Tron, Cozmo, Animas, AccuCheck Spirit, Medronic" and such. It was really exciting when I saw there are accessories called "Pumpwear" to go along with all these gizmos, because I just love accessories. Half of these names sound electronic Star Wars toys my boy would enjoy messing around with. It was a real downer when I realized they were all insulin pumps for diabetics.

However, I'm thankful nobody in my household needs to buy one of these.

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Unknown said…

Oh my, you got me all psyched, if you find any cool and new gadgets, please let us be the first to know.

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