Friday, October 17, 2008

I'm Having An I Hate Diabetes Week...

not that every week isn't an I Hate Diabetes week, but this has been a tough one.

First there was my encounter with my life insurance policy. It came to my attention that I had been paying the "Standard Smokers Rate" for the past 5 years on my policy. As a Type 1 diabetic it is VERY difficult to obtain life insurance, so I make sure to maintain this policy just incase anything happens to me. I was all excited and thought I may be in the running for a refund, only to find out the reason they have me listed as a smoker is because it's cheaper than if I did a medical review and they found out I was a T1 diabetic. This makes me frustrated.

Today I spent the day in bed most of the day. Trying desperately to entertain and take care of the basic needs of my children. Gabe, unfortunately spent most of the day entertained by PBS kids, Disney movies, and educational websites. I have been munching on fruit punch flavored glucose tablets and enjoying the beautiful shade of pink that comes up when my stomach decides it doesn't want anything to digest in it today.

Then there was my trip to the mail box, only to discover a $1400 medical supply bill for insulin pump stuff. I am hopeful that I will only have to pay about $400 of this bill, but now I get to look forward to digging through EOB's and trying to find proof.

I hate diabetes. I hate it. I hate it. I hate it. And Stay At Home Moms don't get a day off. *end of rant*


Scott K. Johnson said...

I hate it too! Bah!

Let's get it out of our system. Um, the frustration that is. I think we're stuck with the diabetes thing for a while. :-)

Valerie said...

I keep hoping we're not stuck with it forever. I'm tired of it. I've had it for 36 years!

When I was leaving Dallas in May 2005, a gal was having a pancreatic transplant in hopes that it would "cure" her diabetes. I have never been able to find an update on this. Does anybody know of one?

Natalie said...

Hope this week is better, Windy.

I know what you mean about not ever getting a break, as a single mom of three with an ex-husband who lives out of state. It's exhausting sometimes, huh?