There are times in your life where you really wish you didn’t have to admit something, but you sort of have to because eventually people are going to start asking questions.
So here it goes:
Last Tuesday, as I was finishing up a much-needed post-semester massage, I received a call that my insurance company, Cigna, was requiring that I have a C-peptide test done in order to approve my request for the Omnipod. For those of you who don’t know, a C-peptide test shows whether or not you are making any insulin. Considering I have been a type 1 diabetic for almost 20 years, and have 20 years worth of A1C results, co-pays for endocrinologists appointments and diabetes supplies, and, you know, another insulin pump, I find this request borderline insulting. Do they really think I’ve been making up this diabetes business for twenty years for shits and giggles?! I mean, really…
I have to get my labs done anyway, so I’m trying to not be too annoyed, but it’s putting a delay on my Omnipod order which is why I haven’t mentioned going on it yet. I should get it sometime in July and then I’m hoping to have Gary Scheiner train me when I go to AADE next month (or, you know, one of the other 10,000 CDEs who will be there, including my roommate, Kelley Crumpler!).
Having to get a C-peptide test is more of annoyance. The real tragedy is what follows:
I lost my Dexcom G4 transmitter.
Or better yet: I probably threw it away. I was at work a couple weeks ago when the sensor felt particularly itching and annoying. It was in fact getting a bit infected, which I have a history of with Medtronic but so far not with Dexcom. Rather than put up with the itching, I ripped the damn thing off. And promptly threw it away. Without, you know, taking off the transmitter first. Since I was getting a massage done a few days later, I decided to forego putting another sensor on, which is why it was a good four days later that I realized I no longer had my transmitter.
I called Dexcom and the rep told me they would replace the transmitter — hold your enthusiasm — for a mere $199. Yikes. Apparently some folks have their transmitters replaced by their insurance company, but it isn’t very likely. I haven’t decided if it’s worth the fight or if I should just hold off for another two and a half months until my warranty runs out and I’m eligible to submit for a new one. Considering they are forcing me to get a C-peptide test to approve an insulin pump, methinks my chances are not very good.
I’m irritated by the C-peptide request, and I’m just plain mad at myself for losing the stinking transmitter. But most of all, I’m mad at diabetes for adding even more stress and to-dos in my life. As if I don’t have enough going on!