I’ve been a “tubie” (as the cool kids call it) for about five months now. It’s been an interesting adjustment, and just like any other chronic medical situation, it takes some getting used to.
I’ve had to learn to find ways of distracting myself so I don’t crave food. While everyone else is on their third slice of pepperoni lovers pizza, I’m trying to breathe through my mouth so the delicious smell of pizza doesn’t make me cry (since I can’t eat it).
While most are sitting down at the table to enjoy dinner or are spending time cooking a meal with their family, I’m filling up my pump bag and starting my afternoon/evening feed.
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