Wordy Wednesday – Low? Low…. Low!

If I could just bottle this to use on the days I was running high, it would be worth it.This was my Dexcom G4 view for the majority of the day yesterday. It didn’t start going up until I consumed a VERY carb-filled Italian dinner last night, but even then, it spiked up, then sorted itself out pretty predictably (after a few hours.) No post-breakfast spike yesterday morning or this morning either. What am I doing different? What am I eating different? Nothing out of the ordinary, as far as I can tell. Could it be a new bottle of insulin? Could it be the new-ish infusion set site absorbs better?

This diabetes thing……always confusing. always a moving target, always a celebration around the corner for the beneficial accomplishments, or a curse on those not-so-controlled days.

How I Finally Started Wearing My Dexcom G4

Took my daughter to an aquatic center, thinking I’d only just wade in, so I wore my pump and Dexcom Seven+ in the bra area of my suit. We’d been to other pools several times this summer, and this set-up worked OK so far.

Booby TrapNote the buckets at the top of this picture. It was a spinning gauntlet of drenching-water-booby-trap. It got me. Got me good.

The unintentional soaking left my Dexcom Seven+ receiver giving me the “out of range” symbol for the rest of the day, even though it was always within 5 feet of the sensor on my thigh. And check out the obvious-looking water-leakage line in this next picture.

I think it's dead, Jim. So, even though I’d been stretching out my remaining Dexcom Seven+ supplies for as long as I could before switching over, this meant I had to break open the box of my new Dexcom G4 and start learning to use it. So, here goes!!!

New. Fancy. (I like to keep it in my pocket, and wanted some sort of protective cover regardless, so I had already bought this sassy yellow neoprene one from Tallygear.com a few weeks ago.)

Insurance Letter Kerfuffle

(Before you even ask, yes, kerfuffle is a real word!)

Received a letter the other day from my insurance company (who shall remain nameless to protect innocent friends who work there) that required my “immediate” attention. I could either complete the questionnaire on the back of the form (pictured here) or go online and complete it there.

I chose to go online, of course, because a) my handwriting is terrible and darn near illegible and b) why waste a stamp on some stupid survey-ish thing? Boring.

But before I could even go online to answer the questions, I had to figure out WHAT this claim was about, and why all the fuss about it. On this letter, it gave the date of treatment (which was over 2 months ago – like I can remember anything from that long ago??), treatment by “NETWORK MEDICAL SUPPLY,” and a claim number. I had no idea if NETWORK MEDICAL SUPPLY was a generic name for something, or an actual provider I had received something from – it didn’t sound familiar. That was all the info. No dollar amount on the claim, no description of what it was for or anything else.

So, carving even more time out of my busy day, I went onto the insurance company’s website and tracked down the claim information. Turns out, it was for the recent order of my new Dexcom G4, which I haven’t even taken out of the box yet. (More on that some other time. I just don’t want to waste all the sensors I have for my old Dexcom, so I’m trying to use them up!)

Mystery solved, I went online to answer the questions, and was surprised that the online questions didn’t even match the hard copy questionnaire questions I was sent in the mail. Really? Inconsistency kind of annoys me, especially when medical health issues are concerned. The basic gist of what both questionnaires were trying to determine was, did I need this equipment due to an accident or injury, and was that injury caused by someone else they could hunt down for payment. They asked the exact same question about 3 different ways. I guess, trying to see if I answered it differently??

Obviously, my Type 1 diabetes was not caused by an accident/injury, so all those questions I answered completely and reasonably. But the funniest thing (to me) at the end was this question: “Do you blame anyone for causing this condition?”

My answer was: “No. I have Type 1 diabetes. Unless you want to blame the universe, or the virus that spurred it into occurring. It is what it is.”

I’m still a bit flabbergasted that no one figured out, before sending me this letter, that I was a Type 1 diabetic using a continuous glucose meter, and they had NO reason to send me the letter in the first place. Stupid-waste-of-time-kerfuffle.