I thought I had it all figured out.
To get the initial blood sugar reading to calibrate my new stupid fucking blood sugar monitoring system (the one the province will pay for, Dexcom), I would just ask Doctor Caswell to take a reading while I was in her office today.
What could be simpler?
Yeah, turns out she doesn’t do that any more.
Seriously. My DIABETES SPECIALIST did not even have the equipment to take my blood sugar today. Apparently she stopped doing blood tests when Covid happened.
I am terribly disappointed in her. And I almost told her so but chickened out at the last minute because I’m a softie and she’s a sweetie and I didn’t want to be a meanie.
One of these days, though, someone is gonna get it. I am so tired of people fucking things up and doing me wrong. I am so much better than how I am treated and one of these days I’m going to say so, loudly and clearly.
And people are NOT going to like it.
So now I have to dig up my old school “please puncture the densest nerve clusters in your entire body” type glucometer and somehow convince it to give me one last reading before I can use the new one.
I am really missing the previous system right about now. The Libre whatsit. It was so much easier to deal with, with a vastly superior design and a ton more thought put into how everything would work together.
It just fucking works, more or less.
I told Doctor Caswell that I am getting so frustrated with the Dexcom setup that I am almost tempted to say hell with it, go back to the Libre, and pay the $200/month for the fucking sensors myself.
Don’t want to do that. That’s a lot of money,
But lordy am I tempted.
I also told Doctor Caswell about my muscle spasms, and she wants to check all possibly causes so she has ordered a blitz of tests on my blood.
No big deal, really. Just means they will need to take a LOT of blood. After that, I’m going to need a cookie.
And a transfusion.
But once the needle is in, taking eight tubes doesn’t hurt any more than taking two. And honestly, I really liked getting a whole fuckton of tests done.
Because I am not the most reliable of sources of information about my health. I try, but issues with things like not knowing what is normal or harmless and what is a warning of impending doom and having trouble voicing my needs and concerns get in the way.
Honestly, I wish we had medical tricorders already. Take my emotionally complicated self right out of the equation and just freaking scan me already.
“So, what does it show?”
“Nothing too surprising, besides that you are apparently .091 percent Tribble. ”
“On my mother’s side, yeah. Mumbled something about ‘what happens in space dock…’
“Well they are VERY cute…. and so soft….and warm….”
I’m so tired of being such a basket case.
Maybe I will even do something about it one day.
More after the break,
Now THIS is what I call fun
Got a guess what it might be? Think of it as you check this out :
In case you no watchy, it’s a video where a sexy guitar dude plays guitar riffs from famous songs so that you can try to identify the song they came from.
He plays the riff, gives you like 6 to 8 seconds to guess, then gives you the answer.
I freaking love it.
It’s like the perfect quiz for out of control music nerds like me. I have enormous vaults full of music stored in my head and it very rarely serves any purpose other than to make it a little annoying to listen to a classic rock station with me in the car.
Especially my fave station, Jack FM. Those people GET me, man. I can sing along with 90 percent of what they play.
Not sure what that says about me. Or them,
But who cares? I’ve been a GenX music maven since I was a tiny child listening to my parents’ records and getting tested on all that knowledge and getting to use my amazing “name that tune” abilities makes me so happy.
Of course, I totally kick ass at it. That always helps.
I’ll MAKE you work, god damn it!
I’ve found a potential workaround for my Dexcom issues.
Turns out you can tell the reader to stop the connection with the existing sensor and then apply a new sensor and sync the reader to IT.
That SHOULD work, although it will mean I ruined TWO sensors trying to get the god damned thing to work. And that is going to bug me for quite a while.
I’m so hard on myself!
Of course, if I have learned anything on this epic journey, it’s that what SHOULD work may not work in the slightest.
You might, random example, find your diabetes doctor can’t test your blood sugar.
Did not see that one coming. Life continually invents new ways to disappoint me.
I can never catch up.
Anyhow, I will give this new method a try. Hopefully it will work. I have the “sensor code” for the new sensor right here and in theory, I should be good to go.
But I am not getting my hopes up. At this point, it would not surprise me if just before it was going to properly activate, naked ninjas burst into the room and started pistol whipping the reader with their tits and dicks.
I’d just shrug and do one of these :
And then I would Google “naked ninja attack dexcom” and see what the internet said to do about them.
I dunno, maybe there’s a patch or something.
I will talk to you nice people again tomorrow.