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Spiders and Hawks
I was on hold for several minutes while trying to resolve some diabetes supplies issues. This gave me time to think about some important things.
Like the elaborately designed spider web overhead, anchored by five long strands of silk to the building’s brownish-gray walls. A big gust of wind tore two of the anchors and the spider – like a large button – swung from side to side, clinging to the center of the web. I wondered if the spider liked the spastic back and forth movements – if it was sort of like an amusement park ride; or if the spider was terrified. Maybe it was as indifferent as a robot. Do spiders have emotion? Was he all like, “MOTHER EFFER!!!! I just spent 14 hours building this thing!!! Damn you, wind!!!”
Followed by a self-deprecating, “It’s all my fault.”
My God!!! Why is hold music so awful?!?
Looking higher up in the sky on this particularly lovely afternoon, I counted fourteen hawks gliding with long outstretched wings - glancing down at the ground presumably at chipmunks and baby rabbits. The majority of the hawks soared in low circles just over the tree line in the distance. Three others, however, were much, much higher in the sky - so high that they were barely a speck. I wondered if this was an eyesight issue; if some hawks just have bad vision.
“I can’t see a damn thing at this distance, Carl. I’ll catch you later, pal.”
Seriously! It’s 2013! Isn’t it time we saw advancement in hold music?!? This cheese funk is making my ears bleed!
Our current supplier is suddenly unable to send us our preferred test strips that go to a meter that communicates with Charlie’s pump. Something regarding “competitive bidding” was given as the reason. It went mostly over my head.
I do like the fact that the meter communicates the blood glucose to the pump, but even more valuable to me is the very small amount of blood needed.
“It’s kinda huge,” I said to my health advocate who worked to track down another supplier who carried the items and accepted my insurance.
“It is huge,” she agreed.
I’m not convinced she knew exactly what I was talking about but it sure was nice having an advocate working to get me what I wanted. And when she asked me how long Charlie had had type 1 diabetes …
We both sighed.
I looked back up at the spider, who was diligently getting right back to work after the wind damaged more than half of its web.
“Yeah,” I said. “It’s been a long time.”
Megan was diagnosed in 2009 with Type I. As an RN, she was familiar with the medical side of her diagnosis; learning to be a good patient on the other hand, was and continues to be the challenge of her day to day life. (Read More)