I am having a love affair with my sensors.
They're little devices that I stick into my thigh with a nice, big-gauge needle.
And I love them to bits.
They tell my pump what's going on with my blood sugar, and with a little click of a button I can see blood sugar trends and get alarms if I am going low or high.
They're not perfect, and each new one only lasts me about 6 days. The first day is a training day for the sensor, and I don't trust it that day. The next days have been rock solid so far. I used the previous sensor technology, with a giant hanging transmitter that looked an awful lot like a computer mouse. Hated it. It dragged on the sensor and my readings were terribly inaccurate. This one looks like a seashell, it's tiny, and it works so steadily.
They've seen me through 3 weeks of horrible blood sugar, three weeks of the worst blood sugar so far. I've made corrections of multiple units of insulin, trying to send myself flying downwards. It didn't work, by the way. My body was going through some weirdness. Last night, the sensor saw me through multiple slight low blood sugars that would have ended me in unconsciousness had I not woken from my pump's alarms. Evidently the weirdness is now ending, and I'm going back to my original basal rates. And the sensor can tell me this - even if it wakes me every hour to tell me, that's better than not waking at all.
Gotta love em.
The problem? They are danged expensive, and not covered by insurance. They're about $200 for the month. Little gold-plated security blankets, they are. I just shelled out for next month's quota. I just need to find some more consulting work, and I'm all set. Right. Easier said than done!
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