Not your mother’s insulin pump

I am too cool for selfies unless we’re talking about durable medical equipment and in that case I’m a full-on exhibitionist.

Dexcom CGM w/ overpatch, 2023. Photo by Josh Madson, who, to be fair, brings out the exhibitionist in us all.

Shameless.

Classic syringe-w/-orange because that’s how the nurses taught me back when you didn’t get discharged until you could give yourself a shot without freaking out.

Those are nothing compared to how I feel about my current technology. I love it so much, mere exhibitionism wasn’t enough. I made a self-portrait about it and put it in the Arts Center of Saint Peter’s 2025 Member Show.

You can’t really tell here, but cardboard-me is painted in green with the full text of The Algorithm is my Shepherd: A Rewrite of Psalm 23 and a Love Letter to My New Insulin Pump. Also available in convenient zine form.

I made about 100 for gallery visitors to take, and they did, and sometimes I’d be working the desk and see somebody take a zine and tell them I’d written it, and they’d tell me about their diabetic friend or kid or whatever, and it felt so good, I got why people make art about the most personal things. That’s not usually what I do. I usually just show off how hilarious I am. This was different and lovely. If you’re interested in meeting up with a small group of people to bitch about managing chronic illness and then make some art about it, please be in touch because now I’m on a roll.

How a one-man bar band is exactly like a hardworking healthcare advocate

Acoustic folk-rock-roots-blues guy Jim McGowan played the Wine Cafe in Mankato right before he headed across the country to advocate for kids with diabetes.caught jim's actThe program he was promoting is called Safe at School, and it helps ensure that kids get the care they need whether it’s a regular day or a field trip or there’s a sub or whatever, and that they get it without feeling too much like a weirdo. That description is not endorsed by Jim or the American Diabetes Association. Probably endorsed by any kid who’s ever shot up in the lunchroom, though.

the bar gigI’ve never seen Jim do his thing as an advocate. I’ve only seen him perform. I am sure, though, that he’s similarly genuine and compelling, and whatever the advocacy equivalent of “Thank God I’m A Country Boy” is, I bet it brings the house down.

sell sell sell

At both kinds of gigs, there’s stuff to work around. Other people’s stuff. You have to stand there and deliver like you’re not knee-deep in crap there’s just nowhere else to stash. You really have to act like you’re the main thing happening here, right now, or nobody’s going to buy it. I am guessing Jim would say this is where being a bar band and being an advocacy director come together.

omg fund thisOf course, yes, people always sit in front and text. I don’t know the equivalent on the advocacy floor. Or maybe it looks literally exactly the same, just like this. There’s always a chance that the phone-user is reaching out to their friends/their legislators, saying “this music is amazing”/”oh my GOD get down here and fund this program.” There is a chance. I kind of think you can tell which performers hope for the best in that regard. They’re the ones who watch the phone-users really close so that as soon as they look up, they’ll make eye contact, with the singer looking like, “well? well?!” I mean why not. At minimum, you’ll get a smile, and that’s a start.

do we have a braceletIt’s good for kids with diabetes that Jim does what he does to make it easier to get care during the school day. It’s good for bars and for music lovers that Jim puts folk-roots-blues-rock-John Denver covers out there with so much sell and hope and integrity. Thanks, Jim, for the work on both fronts. Thanks also, LeeAnn Thill, for making up Diabetes Art Day and prompting us all to think artfully about such an unartful condition. Thanks too, Amy Stockwell Mercer, for being a longtime bridge between the art world and the diabetes world with passionate writings on both. You guys are the best. You guys make clear that the only way to deal with a weird mix is to wear it really, really well.

thanks you guys

The Frye is at The Wine Cafe — the premier venue of diabetes-affiliated Minnesota bar bands — next Saturday, Feb. 9, 9 p.m. – 1 a.m. I might still be wearing this.