I feel like I'm in an episode of SpongeBob SquarePants.

OK first let me say that I really don't like feeling like this. If I could ban SpongeBob from my house I would. When I'm surfing the channels for the kids (man is it hard to please a 9 year old, 6 year old and 3 year old at the same time!) I have to force myself to not scream "Over my dead body!" when they all scream/chant "SpongeBob! SpongeBob! SpongeBob!"

I get that we all need a little mindless entertainment at times (which is why I often choose solitaire over a game of hearts with the computer because solitaire takes fewer brain cells) but my God I just want to poke SpongeBob in the eye. And Patrick.

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Yesterday when I left work I was ready to rip through the computer because I was so annoyed with a certain medical supply company.
 

I have taken a backseat to figuring out if my insurance company will cover my Dexcom sensors since I got involved with a company (paid for by my employer) who helps patients sort through these types of situations. I believe my rep is also a nurse, because she is quite often out of the office. So when I'd send casual emails if I hadn't heard from her, I frequently got an auto response saying she was out of the office. This kind of annoyed me, actually.

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If some of you didn't mind my cussing so much, right now I'd be screaming from the rooftops "It's about f-ing time!"

Oh look at that; I said it anyway!

So if the squeeky wheel really does get the grease and if it's easier to catch flies with honey than vinegar then I just personified both of those idioms.

Since it had been more than one month since I first called the medical supply company to tell them I was ready to go ahead with an order and things were still screwed up on someone's end I decided to step in. Actually, I was ready to tell my doctor's office and the medical supply company that I was tired of being a go-between and that they needed to get this taken care of right. this. stinkin'. minute.

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So the other day when I wrote about digging up Dex for another round of constant blood-sugar watching, I really thought it would be as easy as calling the medical supply company and giving them my credit card number.

But oh no. It couldn't be that simple.

"Problem" No. 1: The medical supply company told me the sensors were on back order, but that they should ship within a week. I really didn't have a problem with that since I wasn't desperate for the sensors and had planned to use Dex on a more casual basis.

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