Category Archives: D-Finance
As I write this (Tuesday night), I’m down to my last nine Bayer ContourNext strips.
You may remember my saga with the test strips, and insurance battles, from my last post.
Actually, that’s not quite accurate. I’ve got 22 unopened boxes of strips (for a total of 1100 fingerstick tests; or if you play by the rules, 1078 fingerstick tests and twenty-two control-solution tests). I’ve also got a return-label to send those strips back to Edgepark, and a standing prescription to get 22 identical boxes of strips from CVS Caremark. So I can’t quite open those boxes just yet, or it could cost me dearly.
I always thought my test-strip distributor charged an unusually high amount for a (relatively) inexpensive strip. So I decided to see what my insurance company thought of the sticker-price.
That discount that they negotiated is pretty damn good. But it still leaves me scratching my head.
Why can’t the prices be the same for everyone?
If you’ve been paying attention to the big diabetes advocacy and lobbying groups, you know that Congress passed the Special Diabetes Program, also known as the SDP. This program allocates $150 million of federal funds towards diabetes research.
If you’ve been paying attention to my state Governor, you know that he openly chastised the House of Representatives, specifically one of his own political party leaders, for delaying a vote on the $60.4 billion Hurricane Sandy Relief Fund. “There’s only one group to blame,” he said, “for the continued suffering of these innocent victims.”
If you’ve been tuned into any television, video, or online media as 2012 came to a close, you know about the metaphorical financial precipice from which the United States was about to tumble. I don’t know all the details, but early morning on January First, we were caught in the middle of a free-fall and temporarily brought us back to relative safety.
Yesterday on Diabetes Daily, Ginger Vieira calculated how many finger-pricks she had subjected herself to. Her estimate: 27,375.
Naturally, I did the same estimate for myself. Of course, the math is far from perfect, as I started out without hardly any blood tests at all in the first year following diagnosis, and now I’m generally averaging 12 or so per day, but since we’re estimating, I believe what you are about to read is perfectly valid.
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Dateline: October 22, 2037. 25 years into the future.
Finally. I’m done worrying about my kids’ college bills. The younger one is planning a wedding. The older one just told me I’m going to be a grandfather. The mortgage on my home is nearly paid off. My wife thinks it’s time to re-do the kitchen.
I became a Joslin 50-Year Medalist six years ago.
My skin is starting to show its age. Wrinkles are beginning to appear where they never did before, and my once-healthy flesh is starting to become dry and pasty. Although it’s resigned to submitting to the various insertion needles necessary to put the various parts of my “artificial pancreas” in place, it rebels against the adhesives that keep them there, responding with a bright red and intense burn.
In a few short months, I’ll be celebrating my 64th birthday. Retirement is just around the corner. I’m beginning to think about it, but don’t know if I can afford it.