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She flew up the stairs covered in traveling gear and paper bags.
"I brought treats!" she announced.
The last time she traveled to Iowa she brought back chocolates from a local bakery. They were really yummy and mostly devoured by my coworkers and I fairly quickly. One of my coworkers really raved about those chocolates, so it was no surprise when the traveler went straight to her office with a bag of goodies.
When I walked into the room where we normally put public treats, I had, honestly, forgotten they were there. It wasn't the same box of chocolates I thought would have been there. Looking at the box of pastries and plate of cookies I thought I might allow myself a treat anyway.
"What are these again?" I asked to the traveler in the office next door.
Coconut macaroons and some other pastry name I didn't recognize. Not being a coconut fan, it was easy for me to pass up the cookies.
"What exactly is this?" I wondered to the traveler.
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It sounded like the ideal situation. One phone call and all my diabeetus testing supplies and medicine would be delivered straight to my door. No last minute trips the the pharmacy. No paying out of pocket to be reimbursed later. Everything would be taken care of with one quick phone call.
I fell for it in September. Like most relationships, it started out nicely. Three or four "quick" phone calls and they promptly delivered a three month supply of test strips and an equal number of lancets. And for a girl who only changes her lancets when we change the clocks (and only if I remember to that week), I now have a 600 year supply of lancets in my closet.
At the time, they were also supposed to send a three month supply of insulin. It still has not arrived. Five or six phone calls later, they tell me they are still waiting on my doctor to return their call.
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Yeah, I know. Duh, right?
I was just reading a post over at Diabetes Daily by
Bernard Farrell. He was discussing the astronomical cost of test strips. It is ridiculous that they cost $1 a piece. On an average day, Olivia tests 8 - 10 times. When she's sick, it's even more frequent. That's $10 a day, just in test strips.
The insurance company's answer to this, usually, is "Well, test less frequently." Yeah, you know where you can shove that statement, bucko. Get lost.
But why aren't the insurance companies pushing back on this? Why are they content to let manufacturers charge so freakin' much for test strips? I don't understand it.
I've done this before, but I think it's time to break down what diabetes costs us every month.
-- Approximately $750 for health insurance. Per month. Yeah. Ouch.
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This weekend was a busy one. Typically we are busy folk. It seems there is always an event, party, meeting, or whatnot to attend. This weekend was no different.
I had a happy and successful start to Saturday with a loss on the old
Weight Watchers scale. The weather was perfect which was both bitter and sweet since most of the country is having horrible weather. But living in Southern California has its definite pluses and minuses. The next stop was a friends Baby Shower in which all the guys were going to hang out at the house with the dad-to-be as the gals had the shower somewhere else.
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I'm leaving for Mexico today on a little (much needed) vacation. This is only my second trip since being on the pump. My first trip went over quite smoothly. I have no idea what my blood sugars ran, but I don't recall anything too horrific. And I didn't have any problems traveling with my pump or supplies.
But each trip is a little different and always a little nerve-racking. What if I didn't bring enough supplies? What if my snacks cause a red flag through airport security? Worse, what if they think I'm some terrorist because of my pump? What if I have an emergency while I'm there, surely those hospitals aren't like home?
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I've been bragging for a few months now that Mom and Dad are flying my family, my brother's family and my single brother to
Catalina Island, Calif., in June to celebrate Mom's 60th birthday (which is in August). Having spent quite a bit of time at the beach as a youngster, I simply can't wait to introduce my children to the ocean.
Although the trip isn't until the first week of June, I've already done some preparing. I'm making mental lists of supplies I'll need for the kids, noting which suitcases to take, realizing I need to drop a few pounds, and even (gasp!) deciding to buy a new swim suit since it's been years since I had a new one. (I think I may need to be heavily sedated or severely drunk for that dressing room session!)
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About most things in my life, I'm pretty systematic: I wash the same body parts in the same order in the shower each morning, can't test my sugar without first wiping my finger with an alcohol swab, take the same route to work, ad nauseum.
I've learned to be fairly stingy with pump supplies, too. Especially since I'm in a probation period with my employer (everyone is subject to it their first 90 days on the job, so don't think I'm a slacker and they singled me out!) and don't have benefits until Sept. 1.
I knew this going into the job and prepared accordingly: got sample bottles of insulin from everyone who would give it up in addition to getting a mail order prescription for three months, reordering testing and pump supplies and asking for a little extra just in case.
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I called my supply company today. A very good company that provides me with all of my pump supplies - including batteries and IV preps - thank you very much! Here's how the call went:
"Hello, this is Nicole Purcell calling, I'm due for my supplies so I'm just calling in."
"Oh, OK, hold on a second."
I hold on, hearing her type-type-typing.
"Oh, you're a pump."
"Excuse me?"
"You're a pump, just hold...o..."
"Excuse me, before you transfer me, I need to tell you that I am not, in fact, a pump. But I am a person that wears a pump..." Letting that little gem hang out there for an uncomfortably silent few seconds. "Hello, are you still there?"
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Dear Diabetes Supply Bag,
It is with regret that I write to inform you that your services are no longer needed. Though your time with me was short, you have provided me with dependability, style and functionality that I will forever appreciate.
I remember when I found you. My family and I were leaving on our first airplane trip. For the sake of airline carryone rules, I needed something I could pile all my diabetes supplies and regular purse supplies in. I searched the purses and handbags area at my supercenter rather quickly. Some bags were too big, some were too small. Some were just plain ugly. Not only did I need something for that trip, but I needed the bag to be functional after the trip, as well.
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After making those
Christmas lights the other day, I got to thinking about what else you could do with the flotsam and jetsam of life with diabetes. A few ideas were:
1. Test strip bottle garland - using fishing line, thread thru where the cap joins the bottle. 100 bottles should make a manageable garland.
2. If you really want to drive yourself mental, make garland out of used test strips. You could either thread them on fishing wire using an upholstery needle or you could glue them together. I have doubts as to whether the glue would hold up for very long, though.
3. Syringe icicles. Snip the needles off (obviously), put fishing line or ribbon around the plunger end and hang on the tree.
4. Syringe icicle lights - using the same Tiny Lights that I used for the insulin bottle lights, string the syringes (again, snip the needles) onto the lights.
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