| Good luck, Jenn. I'm sure you'll be fine. If you're anything like me, your only regret will be that you didn't do it sooner...
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A poem about my Wonderously Wanton Basal (WWB)and it Felicitous Flirtations (and how I tamed its Wicked Ways)
...And through the night it's love is free
It whispers and it flirts with me
And then it takes me, hard and deep
Rolls over, farts and falls asleep
And I would wake up, feeling used
My body broken, bent, abused
But now I match it, hump for hump
I give it plenty with my pump 
Pumping with Apidra in my Animas 2020 since April 2008
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