I don't think I've ever been more undecided about a health-care issue than I am right now.
 

To DexCom or not to DexCom?
 

Last week, I wrote that I was up in arms about my insurance company saying it wouldn't pay for the DexCom sensors because my policy doesn't have "disposable coverage" and that I was going to fight for the coverage. Today has been a pretty good day, and I've been thinking that I don't really need a CGMS.
 

I know, that's totally weird coming from someone who has been saying for months how beneficial the system would be to my life.
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I want to be healthy. I want to live as long as I can. I want to be complication free. I want to not have diabetes.

3 of those 4 statements above I can actually do something about. I can watch what I eat, exercise, and check my blood sugar all the time. I cannot cure myself but if I can take care of the other three then I would be doing pretty good in my book.

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Walking around this morning while getting dressed for work Toohey flopped around on my left hip and Dex was flopping on the right.
 

The Mr. laughed. "You look like a gunslinger," he said.
 

Night one with Dex was good and bad. I clip Toohey to my underwear or pants when I sleep, but I left Dex on the nightstand last night. As I turned my back to the nightstand, though, I wondered if Dex would still be able to pick up the signal from my abdomen. Obviously it would, I thought as I drifted off, otherwise it wouldn't be an effective tool.
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To me, it is equal parts hilarious, disturbing and normal that I can and do get excited about new diabetes tools. I waited on pins and needles for Dexcom to show up a year ago. And now I'm nearly beside myself that Dexcom Plus has shown up!

I upgraded last week (and thanks to my flexible spending account pre-loaded debit card had absolutely no trouble spending my deductible in the second week of January) and waited fairly patiently for FedEx. I even purposefully didn't insert a new sensor after taking out the last one at my ortho's office last week (x-rays) hoping that I'd have the new contraption in my hands before the end of the week. (No such luck, though.)

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Most days I'm the one who grabs the mail before coming in the house. Most days I'm the one who sorts through and throws the bills in a pile and the junk in the trash. Most days I ignore pretty much anything from an insurance company.

Which is exactly what happened the day before yesterday. I didn't notice the envelope from my insurance company until this morning while I was battling with No. 2 to get dressed/eat breakfast/quit fussing/stop acting like a brat. (READ MORE)

I was a little shocked, actually, to have gotten a real answer instead of a blow off "It's in medical review" answer.

My pump rep and my endo's nurse have jumped through hoops giving my insurance company the information it needs/wants in regard to approving my CGMS claim. I thought there was going to be a conversation between the insurance folks and my doctor's office, not just a flat out "No." I really thought that giving them all this information and stressing that I have hypo unawareness would surely make them say yes. Like I said, I was shocked.

I have mixed feelings about this. On one hand I'm still ready for a fight. I've called my pump rep to fill him in and see where we go from here--not to say, "I give up, thanks for trying." On this hand I feel a little angry that they have all this information detailing medical necessity and still say no. (READ MORE)