27 February 2016

Yet another cop-out blog

Apparently starting your thesis means you never get to think about anything else. It's... kinda exhausting.

So I think I figured out why my research hasn't been done before: freezing dirt takes a really long time, and tracking long-term strength development takes a lot of freezing cycles. Also, I'm working in a lab and equipment breaks. A lot. You have a schedule? What's that? Screw that. Schedules have no place in a lab.

Oh yeah, I tried (and failed!) to start a fire in a climate and humidity controlled room a couple weeks ago. Luckily I caught it before anything more than a bunch of adapters melted and all my Peltier elements overheated. Note to self: it only takes 1.5 hours for a Peltier element with a failed heat sink (cooling system) to go from -15C to +38C. This raised the temperature of the room almost 2 degrees.

Obviously, my committee is giving me a hard time about this.

My life is not very exciting by any standard that doesn't involve living in a lab and breaking dirt occasionally. Good times, good times.

Sanity is slipping away.


My attempts at exercise have been a bit lacking lately. I've been running home from Delft once or twice a week, and attempting to run to and from the climbing gym on the weekends when Ev and I go. Did I mention that Ev is climbing again? I missed that. Having a trusted belayer is the best, plus, for the first time possibly and probably ever, I might be a better climber than him. That won't last, but I'm gonna ride that train as long as possible.

And that is the story of my life. Exciting stuff, I know. I think I'll start working up a post that has a little more substance to it but for now, this is yet another 'hey guys, I'm still alive' post.

Here's a picture of some frozen dirt.


02 February 2016

Spring Break year 2: haha, just kidding

When I planned out my thesis schedule, I built in 20 days of what we in the experimental research world like to call 'shit's gonna break' time. The good news is, I haven't broken anything yet. The bad news is I am down to 3 days of flux time before life starts getting... complicated.

Also, I basically have 4 months to finish my lab work and write my thesis.

What the hell was I thinking?


As far as classes are concerned, I have to finish the assignment for my Bed, Bank, & Shoreline Protection course and take the oral exam. Then I'm done. I can't wait.


This week is 'spring break,' or, as we call it at TU Delft, Ski Break. Which, of course, means nothing to those of us trying to graduate this summer. We're all in the lab, doing literature review, or writing code. Friday was kind of depressing: I was the only person at the train station in Delft without luggage and/or a ski bag. This time last year, we were en route to Grenoble for a magical skiing weekend in the Alps. This year, I'm basically living in a lab that's 14 degrees C and having some surprisingly enlightening conversations about American politics (hello, Iowa caucus) with PhD students, post docs, and professors. I've had some really interesting discussions over the past year about this stuff, and I must admit to being quite impressed with the level of knowledge of international politics exhibited by the people over here. I like to think I'm fairly in touch with European politics, but I certainly don't know the intricacies of the different governments. Either the US is political reality TV, or we're a big enough deal that people pay attention to what's going on.

Anyways, that's all I've got for this week, unless you want to look at sheared clay cylinders.
What's that? You're totally excited about dirt?
Awesome!
Enjoy.



EDIT:
Apparently Facebook feels bad for grad students, too...
I giggled.

21 January 2016

Actually Playing with Dirt

That's right. I'm actually playing with dirt. Apparently this blog is aptly named after all.

As the title of this post might suggest, I've started my lab work. F'real. I spent last week mixing batches of clay and cleaning/organizing my lab area. It took a couple attempts, but I finally managed a procedure to create samples with unit weights within 0.7% of each other (this is mission critical). Needless to say, a happy dance ensued. No, really, I started dancing around the lab. It could have been really embarrassing if someone had walked in. I also did a couple practice runs for my tests. After all, I'd rather know if something isn't going to work before I start processing samples en masse.

So welcome to my lab.
It's all clean and stuff! And the wires are actually organised, labeled, and go somewhere. I really should have taken a 'before' picture...
Of course, stuff takes time, and, while I was hoping to start real testing this week, I'm still waiting for the laptop to get setup. It's currently with the tech guys, so hopefully later today (or tomorrow morning) I'll have everything I need to get this show on the road. The apparatus and area is clean, I'm mixing a giant batch of clay and cutting samples tomorrow morning and, hopefully, will get my first set of big boy tests started tomorrow. I even have a triaxial test going. And it appears to be going well. This is exciting stuff, I promise.

I'm an eternal optimist. (Hah!)
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Of course, all this lab productivity comes at a cost. In this case, it was an absolute failure to study for yesterday's exam. Luckily, it was open book and I managed to get a couple hours of cramming done in the two days leading up to it. I'm not sure it went well, but I'm pretty sure I passed. I'm gonna be super burnt if I didn't. Now I'm down to two oral exams, one of which is next week. I have to finish the assignment before I can take the oral exam for the other class. That's going to be a February thing, methinks.
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The Netherlands has decided to have an actual 'winter' this year. It's been hanging out around freezing, resulting in a light frost and thin layer of ice on the canals. We had almost a week of barely-freezing temperatures and clear skies. And then, of course, it rained. Not one of those typical sporadic Dutch drizzles, but real, god awful, 1 degree Celsius rain. Last night was not one of my best rides home, especially since it was the only freaking day I didn't have a rain jacket with me. I was soaked. Ev and I had been talking about swimming, but by the time I got home I felt (and looked) like I had already been.

Go weather.

This morning I was thinking about cycling in. And then I walked outside. And fell on my ass. The magical downpour last night turned into a nice, thick layer of ice.

I took the train in.

And did a successful triaxial test on my clay (that's right, bitches, that means results I can use!).

And managed to get home at 19:20 so I can actually spend awake time with my boyfriend, who apparently still exists.


So Happy Thursday, everyone. Hope it's a good one.

10 January 2016

2016: let's hang out in a lab

Happy 2016.

Ev and I spent it hanging out on our balcony watching the fireworks light up the skyline. We really do have an excellent view for that. We can see the light shows in Rotterdam and Delft, not to mention the thousands that are lit off in the neighbourhoods around (and far away) from us. The annual fireworks spectacular is one of the only parts of living in a city I think we'll miss.

So we rang in the new year the same way we have for the past 4 years: nice bottle of wine (or champagne) and a cigar.

Left to right: Peru (2011/2012), Rotterdam with Ev's folks (yay) (2014/2015), (2015/2016). There's definitely a version of this pic from 2013/2014 from Dillingham, but I have no idea where it's at. 2012/2013 is a blur... I know there were scotch and cigars, but not much else.

Ok, I have to confess something: this year's picture took two takes. The first one looked more like this:
I wasn't prepared for the camera flash. It hurt.
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And so we kicked off the new year with minimal fuss and I promptly went back to the whole schooling thing.

I'm (supposed) to start my lab work tomorrow. This is kind of terrifying, since I was busy with some coursework and haven't acquired the insulation and heat transfer gel I need to actually run my tests. So that's a tomorrow morning mission: go to the hardware store near campus and buy stuff. Then cut to size, make sure the apparatus actually works, make 3 to 5 batches of test soil and make sure my procedure is actually ok, and hope to hell nothing goes catastrophically wrong.

Mostly the last bit.

A couple weeks ago I made a fancy schedule of my tests, since there are some serious time limitations to be negotiated. Namely, I can only break one sample per day (but I can have 6 tests going at a time). Given the different test scenarios, this makes things... complicated.

Want to know the scariest part? As soon as I have my first round of test results, this entire thing will have to be adjusted, since the cycle times will change.




I'm afraid.

I am very, very afraid.
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In other news, I may have made a questionable life choice yesterday: Ev and I booked tickets to go to Bonaire with his dad and stepmom at the end of March. According to that terrifying schedule, this should allow me 2 weeks of buffer time, and I can do extra short tests when I'm back and doing data analysis, but... needless to say, the thesis is coming on vacation with us. 

Still, I'm trying to keep myself from feeling guilty. I have only left the Netherlands twice since the school year started, and that is pretty damn abysmal. And, thanks to the time-sensitive nature of my lab work, I have a minimum of 46 consecutive days in the lab, which means no sneaking off for magical weekend adventures or going anywhere for spring break (which we learned last year is actually 'ski break', since it's the first week of February).

We'll see if I manage to stay semi-sane for the next three months. 

26 December 2015

Merry Christmas! I'm gonna talk about movies and comics now...

I hope everyone had an excellent Christmas, Hanukkah, or whatever you happen to celebrate. I must say, I'm super jealous of the people who got to go visit family, or simply get out of dodge and go somewhere for the holidays.

Ev and I spent Christmas in Rotterdam (thrilling). I made some sourdough cinnamon rolls for breakfast, watched an episode of The Flash (yup, I'm still a dork), and then we biked into town and saw Star Wars: The Force Awakens.


I gotta give the new Star Wars movie credit, it is way less craptacular than the prequel trilogy (as an aside, next time you decide to watch all of them, try the Machete Order. I hear good things). That said, I'm going to say something that might lose me some friends.

I didn't really like it.

In the spirit of not being a total ass, I won't go into detail, but suffice it to say it felt like nothing new happened. There are a couple really, really cool characters that have lots of potential in future films. This film is obviously an attempt to make amends for Episodes I, II and III, and harkens back to the original trilogy, complete with some of the cons that went along with it. But, aside from the big plot twist (arguably there are two), it was visually stunning and that was pretty much it. Honestly, I don't think I needed to see it in theaters. I don't regret seeing it - it was certainly well done and entertaining. But it wasn't anything special.

Of course, I'm more of a Star Trek girl, so there's always that...

I think I'm going to make Ev watch Star Trek: The Next Generation with me when I'm done rewatching Doctor Who. I grew up on Next Gen. I love Next Gen. I also love Voyager. Enterprise is good, but not as good, and Deep Space Nine is great, but... out of place.

When we were biking in to see the movie last night, Ev and I had a conversation about how there are kids (adolescents, really) who have never had a land line, experienced dial up internet, or know what a red shirt is. The first two aren't really a loss. The last one is soul crushing.

On that note, there's a new Star Trek series, and another movie in 2016. Which makes me super happy. Gotta reward myself for graduating somehow.

Actually, I'm looking forward to a couple movies for 2016. Most specifically, I'm excited about Deadpool. Growing up, I read a lot of Batman, X-Men, Ironman (the Demon in a Bottle mini-arc is a personal favorite), and, of course, some of the classics (Avengers, Watchmen, Sin City, etc). And as comic book movies gained popularity, I went and thoroughly enjoyed seeing my imagination in live-action form. Like any good comic book nerd, I have a favorite comic book universe, and I was stoked that for the most part, it seemed like Marvel was doing the movies based on the Ultimate Universe (N.B.: there are a bunch of comic book 'universes' that allow for different story arcs, character development, and artists/styles. This also explains why Marvel could kill Captain America, but not retire him completely. The fact that Marvel is going into the Civil War story arc suddenly became a bit worrisome...). I try to remind myself that the movies, while they try to stay true (ish) to the characters from the comics, have to gloss over and cut things out to be marketable and appeal to non-comic readers. And as long as I remember that, I can thoroughly enjoy them, even if I do mutter 'that's not how that went in the comics' under my breath to Ev occasionally.

And then there's Deadpool. Deadpool is quite possibly my favorite comic book character of all time. I have all the Deadpool comics (in pdf form. I sold my collection when we moved). He's witty, more than a little unstable, and pioneering in several ways, including talking directly to the reader. And completely schizophrenic (no, really, the character is schizophrenic). The Merc with a Mouth is an amazing anti-hero, and when he made an appearance in X-men: Origins (the movie) with his freaking mouth sewed shut, I, like every Deadpool fan ever, was absolutely livid.

When I was home this summer and went in for a touchup on my back, my tattoo artist and I totally nerded out and spent an hour and a half talking about comic books. Mostly Deadpool, and how we're both super excited and a bit apprehensive about the new movie. There are things in the comics that make Deadpool, well, Deadpool, but can't be translated directly to live-action. The movie trailers are giving me confidence that they'll pull it off.

So guess what I'm doing for Valentines Day! That's right, dragging my boyfriend to see a movie that if done right will make me giddy, and if done wrong, will piss me off to no end and he'll have to listen to me rant for who knows how long.


This post was definitely not started with the intention of giving you a glimpse into my weird love of Star Trek and comic books. But that seems to be what it turned in to. Oh well.


To make up for it, here's a picture of my sister's cat in a santa hat.


14 December 2015

Super delayed adventure updates, round 2

I'm officially getting into the bad habit of letting several weeks pass in between updates. This may be due to the fact that my life isn't very exciting. It seems that this year the adventures have come to a screeching halt as the whole grad school thing takes over my life. Which shouldn't be that surprising, I guess.

BUT I have good news for you, dear people who for some reason read this! I actually had a pseudo-adventure! And by that I mean Adam come to visit and we went to Hamburg for the weekend (granted, this was two weekends ago, but close enough).
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Adam was the first person to buy tickets to come visit us. That's right, he literally got them a year in advance. Which is awesome. However, he just so happened to arrive the same day Ev finally came back. Not Adam's fault, unless he's capable of predicting the future and multiple postponements, but ultimately not the greatest timing in the world. After all, Ev isn't very mobile right now and I hadn't seen him in almost four months.

When I asked Adam what he wanted to do while in Europe, he had one and only one thing he really, really wanted to see: the massive miniature train museum in Hamburg. We would get there, of course, by train (I did look into flights but it was a week out from departure and waaaaaaay cheaper to take the train). Needless to say, I was not particularly excited about this. And even less excited about spending 12 hours on a train in one weekend. Especially since Ev decided he wasn't up to coming, since getting around right now is a painful ordeal.

But, because it's Adam and he came all the way over here for the sole purpose of visiting us and seeing miniature trains, we went to Hamburg.
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We arrived in Hamburg and meandered to our hotel, passing the magically lit Christmas market and streets. For those who haven't been in Europe around the holidays, they've really got the whole 'let's make the entire town look festive and classy' lighting thing figured out.


Apparently, Hamburg has a famous tree. This was it (adjacent to one of the bigger markets), but I have to confess I was disappointed that it wasn't real. 


That night, because Adam was still on Alaska time, we sang karaoke in the room for a couple hours. It was awesome, and made me realize that a) I really miss singing, and b) I'm about 6 years behind in my popular music knowledge.
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So Saturday morning we went to the miniature train museum. Adam was flat-out giddy on our stroll over, and I couldn't help but document his glee.


This is a grown-ass man, who is more excited about tiny trains than anyone I've ever met.

Adam is a child at heart and I love him for it.

Despite my initial levels of (not even a little) enthusiasm, I was impressed by the level of detail in the two story miniature train/city/mine/everything you can think of museum. And they didn't take themselves too seriously - there were Santa's scattered throughout the exhibit and superheroes hidden (I found Superman and Spiderman, but I'm pretty sure I heard someone say something about Batman). Also base jumpers (but no rock climbers that I found), peeping toms, a couple grisly murder scenes, and, of course, the notorious couple doing it hidden away. It should surprise no one that we found it.


 I have a sneaking suspicion that the guys who make the exhibit get a little bored and decide to spice things up.


There is also an incredibly detailed airport which has planes land, take off, taxi to the gate, attach to the extendable walkway, 'unload' bags, and have the space shuttle land. It was pretty freaking incredible.

As we wandered through Hamburg after the tiny trains, we stumbled across the Church of Scientology. We considered going inside and seeing what our thetan levels were, but neither of us were quite motivated enough to deal with that level of pretending not to be trolling.
I was way too excited when we saw this place, and made unfortunate giddy noises for a couple minutes as we stared in the windows.
After the trains, we checked out the chocolate museum, because apparently that's a thing in Germany (remember the one we went to in Cologne?) and chocolate is delicious. It was pretty nifty, and we got to sample coca beans (raw and roasted), chocolate during various stages of cooking, and make our own chocolate bars. All in all a tasty tour.

I have to admit, Hamburg really pulls off Christmas time. We didn't wander far from the city center, but experienced the Christmas market and spirit in force. Every open space was filled with tiny wooden stands peddling hot drinks, food, and wares. It was what I imagine Santa's village looks like.
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Despite the annoyance of spending basically a day and a half on trains, they have the benefit of allowing time for conversation. So, of course, Adam and I talked. And bonded. And probably over-shared. One of the things I love about Adam is his seemingly endless positivity. He's a good guy to have around when things are a bit rough, and has insight gained from being, well, kind of old. 
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And then I went back to school. Because apparently that's why I'm over here in the first place. And, because I like cooking and dislike doing work, have returned to my ways of baking as a form of procrastination. On the plus side, I made some pretty tasty onion sourdough bread this weekend. And have finally modified a gingerbread recipe to the point that I actually like it.

Yup, I'm super productive. 

30 November 2015

Magical Weekends (that happened, like, 3 weeks ago)

The first round of exams are over. Only one more to go before I get to thesis full time. That's going to be... fun? Traumatizing? Super stressful? Something. It'll be something.

Anyway, during the study week before exams I had what was probably a long overdue existential crisis and urgent need to get away. Far, far away. Right. Freaking. Now. So I impulse bought a ticket to the cheapest destination I could find for the post-exam weekend. This just so happened to mean I was going to London. I then proceeded to find a random, super cheap place to stay (aka an air mattress on the floor of some random university student's dorm room), and, after telling my mom about my impulse trip, a ticket to The Book of Mormon. This all, basically, amounted to a solo romantic weekend in London.

And I finally got to leave the Netherlands.

So after one serious ass-kicking and one lovely 'well that went well,' I hopped on a plane and went to London. 
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It's been a few years since I've travelled solo - last time was spring break 2010(?) when I went to Mexico on impulse because it was cold and I wanted a change of scenery. It's a totally different mode of travel. On the one hand, I am more aware of everything around me and the vibe I'm giving off. Part of me is alert and keeping an eye out for potential situations that might make for not a good time (yes, that grammar is atrocious. I'm rolling with it), and I'm more attuned to my body (aka diabetes, level of intoxication, whatever)  because I have to be able to get myself out of any situation I get myself in to. On the other hand, I can do whatever I want and meet random people. A single girl is more approachable (if you don't have your 'piss off' face on), so you can make a new friend pretty fast if you go into a pub, get a beer, and stand by yourself. It took under two minutes for me to make a pub friend in London. Good times.

Anyways, I ran away to London for an adventure. My stated objectives were simple: have a wander, see a show, and make a pub friend. And there was success on all fronts.

On another note, you know how I pretty much dislike cities? I actually liked London. A lot. This surprised me, but that's ok. It was a good surprise.
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I flew into London Luton, one of the random airports around London, and took a train to Kings Cross. There is a short bus ride between the airport and the train station, and I must look like I know where I'm going/what I'm doing these days, since a guy immediately asked me if I did this trip into London a lot. I laughed, went 'dude, I have no idea what I'm doing,' and we struck up a conversation that lasted until we arrived in London. Turns out he lives in Edinburgh but is originally from South Africa, and works as an internist. We chatted a bit about how transferring the medical license works, since I was curious. Roy is also a climber, so we talked about the places we've climbed (Ev and I have climbed more places in Europe than Roy has, which amused me) and grand plans for future adventures. I think I may have convinced him to come to Alaska. Eventually, we exchanged WhatsApp information and I now have an offer for a spare bedroom if we're ever in Edinburgh. Dunno if I'll take him up on it, but it's really cool having contacts all over the continent.

I stayed on an air mattress in a university student's dorm room for very, very cheap and was a 20 minute walk from all the super-tourist sites. So in the morning I went for a wander to the Thames to see the sights.
London gets mad props for having green space.
The phone booths! They're a thing! Although I do feel like the UK is intentionally messing with Doctor Who fans. I couldn't stop looking for a blue police box... 
Who can go to London and NOT see the Eye (see what I did there? I'm so clever)?

After a long meander down the Thames, I picked up my ticket to The Book of Mormon and continued to explore. I found my way to Big Ben and the Parliament building, wandered to Buckingham Palace (which had an insane number of tourists, so I didn't stay long), then worked my way towards Downey Street and Whitehall. Of course, it was raining, so there are no pictures of these magical sights. 
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When I booked my trip I didn't realize it was Remembrance Day weekend. While the actual holiday is on 11 November, it's observed over the weekend and is a really big deal. As I explored, I was struck by the memorials, monuments, and plaques commemorating the different branches and conflicts all over the city. And each was covered with notes and letters remembering the servicemen, both current and past, and their sacrifice.

Outside the Ministry of Defense Building along the Thames there is a row of memorials to different branches of the armed service during different conflicts. Each statue was engraved, some telling the story of the unit it honors, or the conflict, or listing the names of those who served in the engagement.

The Fleet Air Arm Memorial and The Women of WWII Memorial

When I went to Westminster Abby, the courtyard was full of tiny crosses, organized by service branch, armed and unarmed, each with a name. A group of veterans and servicemen were moving from section to section, a chaplain saying a few words at each and a small contingent of bagpipes playing in between.
those aren't leaves. Those are crosses. And this picture doesn't do justice to the number of people working their way around the courtyard.
After the service(s), they relocated to a pub across the street and proceeded to have a rousing good time. Yes, it was around 10am. When I passed by again a couple hours later, they were still there.

Later in the day when I wandered down Whitehall, there was a large memorial service taking place in front of the Cenotaph, complete with an army band and bagpipes. That night, there was a huge fireworks display, which, of course I totally missed. Sunday there was a massive parade, attended by the Queen. Unfortunately, I had to go back to the Netherlands and was on a train when it took place.

I have to say, the level of respect and honor paid to the veterans and military by England was incredible. I've never seen anything like it, and it was humbling to see a small part of it. So kudos to you, London.

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So after collecting my ticket, I wandered around West End, through China Town, and, somehow, what I can only assume was the gay district (which was really awesome), where I found this and just had to take a picture of it. 

Eventually, I decided I was ready for some companionship, so I stepped into a pub for a beer, found an open spot to stand and put on my best 'I'm approachable' face. To my mild surprise, it totally worked and within a few minutes I made a pub friend. 

Pub friends are awesome. It's always fun to meet new people, and I was way too excited when, over the course of a couple hours, I was privy to (what to me seems silly) British slang in normal conversation. Bloody (actually, this has worked its way into my vocabulary. It's an awesome word), blimey, arse, bugger, mate, prat, and pet all made an appearance (as well as a couple others, but I'm pretty sure I'll offend my grandparents if I put them here...). I'm generally very adverse to pet names, and had to remind myself that 'pet' is a term of endearment and devoid of sexual connotation (although to be fair, if an American guy called me pet I'd probably get a bit pissy). 

Eventually I met up with a colleague from Delft now working in London and grabbed some dinner before the show. 

Remember how I said how cool it is having people all over the place? I didn't even realize Francesc was living in London until the day before I arrived. So we had a beer, caught up, and made plans to meet for breakfast the next day.

Then I went to The Book of Mormon. Which was freaking awesome.

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The next morning I was introduced to British breakfast. It was not appealing.

And then I went to the British Museum. 

I arrived right around the time they opened, so I was able to wander through the museum before it got super crowded. Part of that was probably that I like go through random exhibits that probably aren't that popular, but hey, no people. I even got to see Cleopatra (aka my first mummy!) 

My favorite thing of the day was this sculpture called 'the last woman standing.' The sign reads: 

'King Ashur-bel-kala sent versions of this unflattering statue all around his kingdom. This is the only known example to have survived and is remarkable for the total nudity it displays including public hair. The king says in the inscription on her lower back that he did this to provoke a reaction. The text does not fully explain what his motive was but presumably everybody who saw one understood. A humorous curse threatens anyone who tampers with the inscription with a snake bite.'


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And then I had to head to the airport to return to my real life.

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And that covers my only grand adventure thus far of grad school year 2. Well, that's not entirely true... Adam showed up this week and we had a short jaunt to Hamburg, but this post is massive and so that's a topic for another day. 

15 November 2015

procrastination

So I've been doing some heavy duty procrastination. And rather than updating the blog, I've been cooking and reading James Bond novels (which are pretty sweet). And cooking. With the occasional scotch and cigar night thrown in.

Anyway, I did start a blog about the adventures of the last two weeks. I'll finish it. Soon. Ish.

Promise.

30 October 2015

Fancy New Toys: Minimed 640G insulin pump

For once in my life, I found out about a new piece of diabetes technology before the rest of my family-full-of-doctors. When I went to my quarterly date with my diabetes nurse over here (2x a year is the endocrinologist, 2x is the diabetes nurse. I'm not such a fan of this endo thing; it requires way too much of my time), I was asked what insulin pump I was using. I proudly showed her my Paradigm 530G Revel, with its fancy threshold suspend and active insulin indicator, and was shocked when she went 'Oh, you're using the old pump.'

What? You must be mistaken. This is the top of the line, super fancy pump. There isn't anything newer.

Apparently there is. Available in select European countries as of May 2015 (and the Netherlands as of August), the Minimed 640G is the new kid on the block and it wants to kick ass and take names.

So naturally, I went about getting my hands on it ASAP. Cuz I like to play with fancy new toys that I can't get in the States and are covered by my Dutch insurance. Oh, the excitement! Since according to my Dutch insurance I'm a new pump user, Medtronic sent someone over to my house to train me. I didn't question it, since from putzing around with the 640G I realized I was going to need a lesson or two. Preferably in English.
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The first thing you notice about the 640G is it looks nothing like the previous Minimed insulin pumps. Minimed has had the same pager-like layout and interface since before I started using them in 2001, with some updates to the interface as different features including bolus types (regular, square-wave, and duel-wave), CGMs, and Bolus Wizard were introduced. The basics, though, remained unchanged, and navigating/programming the newest iteration of pump required minimal training (except for using the sensors). Like most technology, the pumps have gotten slightly smaller with each model... until the 640G.
The evolution of my insulin pumps, 2009 - present (left to right): MiniMed Paradigm 522 , Paradigm 530G Revel, 640G 
The second thing you notice is it's bigger. And heavy. I'll get to that in a minute.

In my mind, the biggest selling point of the 640G is the predictive suspend ('Smart Guard') feature. You can program a target blood glucose level (BGL), and the pump will automatically suspend when you drop below the target range and trend towards a low BGL. When your BGL starts trending up and re-enters the target zone +2.2 mmol/L, it will turn itself back on. This is an improvement on the threshold suspend introduced with the 530G, which will suspend for 2 hours when you reach a set BGL. This feature is nice, but is reactive rather than preventative, as it is responding to an already-low blood glucose, while the predictive suspend is designed to prevent the low. This is a huge step closer to a closed-loop system.

The next awesome thing is that the 640G interfaces with the Bayer Contour Next Link 2.4 glucose meter, which automatically transmits glucose readings to the pump and suggests a correction if needed. The meter prompts you to select the type of reading (fasting, pre-meal, post-meal, other) and you can enter notes. Both the pump and meter will prompt you to take a correction if your blood sugar is high. Have I mentioned the meter is a remote for the pump? That is so freaking cool! My only gripe with the Next Link is that it is larger than other meters on the market (pretty much the same size as the OneTouch Ultra) and the case it comes with has an awkward layout. This is easily fixed by not using the case and/or finding a different one.
I took this opportunity to see if my FreeStyle Libre was holding calibration. It is. I'm still madly in love with it, even though it isn't 'smart'.
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To go along with the facelift, the 640G has a totally new interface. For long-time pump users like me (14 years and counting), this takes some getting used to. On the other hand, the 640G looks a lot less like a pager, so maybe I won't get asked why the hell I'm using something from the 1990's anymore. The menus have many more options (this goes along with the additional features, so I'll forgive it) but aren't always as intuitive as the old interface.

The Easy Bolus feature is managed with only one button (rather than 2) and can only be used while the pump is 'asleep', which worried me a bit since it's how I program (at least) 80% of my boluses. I have been doing it by feel for years, and was not excited at the prospect of having to look at the pump every time I want to take insulin. While the buttons are still textured, there are 7 of them (compared to 5 on previous models), which are different shapes and arranged in a way so it's easy to press the wrong one. More annoyingly, it's really easy to accidentally wake up the pump so Easy Bolus can't be used. It took me a couple days to get used to the new interface, but the transition wasn't as bad as I thought it might be. I still have to look at the screen, but I suspect with time I'll end up closer to the 'program the pump without looking' level.
(UPDATE: I'm still having trouble with the easy bolus. Part of this is that the tones are different than the old pump (and there are more of them, which I'm still trying to get used to), but it's also hard to tell if it actually accepted the bolus without looking at the screen (bah), and it's too easy to accidentally 'wake up' the pump and bypass the easy bolus.)

The 640G is only available in 3.0mL right now. You can use the 1.8mL reservoirs, so that's not a problem, but it does result in a larger pump, which I would rather not have given the already-increased size.

Another thing worth mentioning is the 640G takes a AA battery rather than the AAA that previous Medtronic pumps use. This likely accounts for some of the additional size and weight, as well whatever extra stuff they had to do in order to make the pump waterproof.
A side-by-side comparison of the 530G and the 640G
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My initial impressions are as follows:

Pros:
- The Smart Guard predictive suspend is an exciting step forward for diabetes management. Reviews have been largely positive, and I'm in the process of trying to get my hand on the Guardian 2 transmitter so I can try it out (the US and European sensors transmit on different frequencies, and the Guardian 2 is a new transmitter).

- The preset bolus and basel rate feature is awesome, easy to use, and time saving. I can simply chose a temporary basel of 0.2 units/hr for 2 hours (or whatever I've programmed in) without having to manually set it each time I go out for a run. Similarly, I can quickly select pre-programmed bolus amounts. This feature makes perfect sense and is easy to access through the home screen.

- The introduction of an unlock button helps prevent accidental anything. However, you have to look at the pump to unlock it, since the button changes. In fact, I have to actually look at the pump to do pretty much anything. I know this is an improvement, but I'm set in my ways and this adds yet another step to every process.

- It is now pretty much impossible to accidentally deliver insulin. A bolus requires 5 steps (actually, this is annoying and yet another reason I use easy bolus most of the time):
The bolus stages (from top left): home screen (select 'Bolus'), unlock, bolus menu, select bolus type and amount, deliver bolus, bolus delivery screen

- The interface with the Next Link meter is pretty darn slick and will automatically calibrate your sensor as needed. The fact that it's also a remote makes discreetly taking insulin easier and eliminates rummaging around in your bra or reaching up your skirt when in public.

- It's waterproof! Finally, Medtronic has addressed the only significant difference from the Animas by making a waterproof insulin pump. While I have no intention of swimming with it, this is great news, as I have murdered a couple pumps with sweat (they're not a huge fan of being stuck in a sweaty sports bra for 4-plus hours) and incidental snow from playing outdoors. That said, I've also had quick dunks that left the old pump no worse for wear, so the waterproof thing isn't that big of a deal for me. Plus, the customer service and warranty of Medtronic is bloody amazing (they have a no-confidence exchange policy, which is exactly what it sounds like), which takes away most of the stress when your pump starts acting weird.

Mildly Annoying:
- For pretty much everything except using easy bolus, I have to remove the pump to use it, otherwise I'm twisting my neck and giving myself a headache trying to read the text upside down. The backlight feature has been eliminated and the new screen is blank when the pump is asleep, so I can't use it as a time piece anymore. I suppose this means it's time to invest in a watch. Medtronic has done a decent job of making the screen readable in direct sun/with glare, but it's not perfect. More importantly, the text size on the 640G is noticeably smaller. I have good eyesight but have a hard time reading some of the menus without taking the pump out. This is one of the only aspects where I think the 640G falls short of previous models.

- The reservoir change interface is even more time-consuming than the 'improved' one of the 530G. The older pump models (through the 522) had only 3 steps in the reservoir change process: rewind, prime reservoir, fill cannula. The 530G added some steps and requires confirmation before moving on to the next: disconnect set from body, automatically prime reservoir, manually prime until you see drops at the end of the cannula, insert set, fill cannula.

The 640G has added even more steps and literally walks you through the set-change process in itty-bitty baby steps. At some point, the prompts are too simple and serve only to make my set change take longer (I can change my set start-to-finish with the 530G in under 3 minutes. The 640G set change took me almost 5). Personally, I feel that the 530G has a good balance between efficiency and idiot-proofing, although my change-resistant ass still prefers the super-basic setup of the 522. We'll see how much the extra-special-stupid-kid reservoir interface prompts piss me off.

Cons:
- The 640G is heavier and larger than the 530G. Much heavier. It's also big enough that it no longer fits easily into my hand. It sticks out about the same, but the belt clip is sub-par and the pump is bulky enough it doesn't fit well into a pocket. 

- The belt clip. I was going to put this under the 'mildly annoying' section, but it just keeps disappointing me. The clip feels flimsy (turns out, it actually is flimsy. It's now been repaired twice) and the spring is much weaker than the older models, allowing the pump to shift around on your jeans and fall off easily when bumped. You can no longer clip the pump upside down to the bottom of your shirt - it falls off immediately. This isn't a big con, but I often do this when I'm changing for convenience. I suspect the pump would hit me in the face if I did a handstand. Hold on. I need to go test this.

Yup, the clip fails the 'stay on my pants under gravity load' test. Bummer (and now my cheek hurts a little. I suppose I deserved that).
(26/12/15: After 2 months of continuous use, the belt clip has pissed me off enough that I am seriously considering switching back to the 530G until (unless) I can get my insurance to cover the CGMs. It really is that bad.)

- After a low battery alarm, you only have a couple hours to change it out. This is very different from the older models, which can last over 24 hours with a low battery (obviously, you're not supposed to do that, but I never claimed to do everything the way I'm supposed to). (Note: the battery lasted 3 weeks before it died on me, and I'm not using any of the fancy features. So that's... really crappy. Also, you only get 4 hours of (basic usage, no fancy features) life before it totally dies. This is really not a redeeming quality.)

- The Bayer Next Link 2.4 meter and test strips aren't covered by most insurances in the US (and the meter itself isn't covered by my insurance over here, but the strips are. Go figure).

- The CGM sensors aren't covered by insurance over here since I'm not an actual child (maturity doesn't count, apparently), have long-term good control, and am not trying to get pregnant. This is the first case where I've found a major improvement in US insurances, since my sisters and I have been able to get CGMs covered in the States.

- Only available in Europe (seriously, US FDA, get your shit together).
(NOTE: as of August 2016, the Minimed 630G is available in the USA. This really is the same pump as the 640G, with all the same features, interface, etc. I've been told the belt clip is better, but haven't tested it)
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A couple other things I've noticed after a few days of use:

The 640G feels much bigger than the Paradigm. I know the size difference isn't really that much, but between the weight and larger dimensions, it just seems clunky. I noticed this immediately when I first put it on, and it became even more noticeable when I clipped it to my sports bra when I went bouldering. While the pump didn't bounce around more than than I'm used to, there was no ignoring its presence.

That said, the belt clip is recessed into the pump, which makes it sit flatter. The chafing due to the increased size is a little irritating, and may be more of an issue for those with bigger boobs. The lower profile clip means that the big 'ol box clipped under my shirt is less noticeable, which is definitely a plus, especially since it means that the pump is less visible under my shirt when clipped to a regular bra, thus (mostly) eliminating the third boob effect.

(Top: Minimed 640G, Bottom: Paradigm 530G)

I clip my pump to the back of my shorts when I go for a run (it rubs too much if I put it in my bra), which has potential for annoying bouncing and being super irritating. Given my reservations regarding the belt clip, I was curious to see how the bigger, heavier 640G would handle a run. I was pleasantly surprised to find that it didn't bounce around much more than the 530G, probably once again due to the lower profile of the clip, but the extra weight did pull my shorts down a bit.
UPDATE: I was wrong. The pump bounces around like crazy if there's any sort of slack in your pants and falls out of a sports bra if you bend over. The longer I use it, the more irritating it becomes, to the point where the pump is approaching unusable. I'm going to have to rig something to make it work, because this is very not ok.

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Overall Impression:

The Minimed 640G has some major improvements over previous models. The new interface takes some getting used to for existing pump users, but all the features are still there, although most of them require some additional steps to access. The pump looks slick but bounces around more than older models. The predictive suspend alone is a reason to upgrade as soon as possible if you have access to the Enlite CGMs. From a safety standpoint, this is a feature too long coming and should absolutely be taken advantage of. As a stand-alone pump, you can't use many of the new features, so if you can't get your hands on the Next Link meter or the sensors, it's probably not worth the upgrade if insurance doesn't cover 100% of it.

My main gripe with the 640G is its increased weight and really shitty belt clip. The pump feels bulky and heavy, and the annoyance factor doesn't seem to be diminishing over time. Especially given the weight, the belt clip is inadequate and flimsy. Hopefully Medtronic picks up on this and updates the clip (they did this a few years back for the Paradigm models, so it's not unprecedented).

In short, for a new pump user I think the 640G is an excellent choice. It walks you through absolutely every step for pretty much everything you would ever do and suggests when to take a correction for low or high blood sugars. If you use the Bolus Wizard feature, it will even tell you how much to take. In conjunction with the CGM, this is an incredibly powerful tool. For existing pump users, the new features provide valuable insight and can help fine-tune your control. There's a bit of a learning curve, but it's not too bad. As an athlete, there isn't a big difference between the pumps outside of the increased weight, although storing it in a bra is potentially abrasive for people with actual boobs.


(updated 15 November 2015)
(updated (again) 26 November 2015)