Friday Findings

Today is Friday.  I just found things!

Found it!

  • Was looking in all the pockets/flaps of my diabetes checker-pack, and found the $13 I had stashed in there last Friday (the 13th.) I’d forgotten all about it! The 13s are coincidental, but funny, right? I just had too much cash in my back pocket since I wasn’t carrying a purse, put it there and promptly forgot about it. FOUND MONEY!
  • Dug into the depths of my purse looking for a pen, and found my badge from the Diabetes UnConference!! I had been frantically searching for it on the last day of the conference (thanks to all you guys who looked around with me, like it was a lost contact or something) when all along it was just stuffed into my purse, hidden underneath so many things I didn’t see it. Whew! And in it were all the contact cards for people that I’d picked up, yay!
  • Also in said purse, at the very bottom, I found various room keys from the Flamingo, where were stayed for the UnConference.  Oops, they say on the back that they recycle them. Sorry, Earth! They will now become fake credit cards for my daughter to play with, so that’s like recycling, right?
  • Was out running errands, and found some stray GlucoLift tablet samples I’d picked up at the UnConference. In all my unpacking and reorganizing, they’d ended up under my car seat somehow (??) They saved the day when I started running a smidge low, and wasn’t anywhere near good food at the time.

All in all, a successful day! Now, off to find some things to cook for dinner with all our neighbors!

The Internet. Love. Hate. Religion. Politics. Health. The ACA. Mean People.

My brain is still reeling from being completely overwhelmed with…I don’t even know – astonishment? Confusion? Disgust? So many emotions and thoughts that even the title of this blog post couldn’t cover everything I wanted it to be about. Let me work out the chain of events, and maybe that will help pull it all together.

I’d just gotten through reading and sharing a couple articles about the ACA (Affordable Care Act) on my 15wait15 Facebook page that were written by Karmel Allison on asweetlife.org. I don’t know her personally and haven’t read much of her stuff – just happened to read some today and found it interesting and share-worthy.

I saw a little (but not much, I admit, I got bored) of the President’s Rose Garden speech about the ACA. Then I see posts pop up from people in the DOC about Karmel Allison being the women who nearly fainted while standing behind President Obama as he was talking about the ACA and glitches in the online marketplace website, etc.

Interested now, I cruised on back to the speech, read the article that someone had linked, watched the video, then did what I usually do with all articles I read online – read the comments underneath. I wish I hadn’t.

Just a few snippets here – click on the link above to read more if you dare.

  • The-Monk Oct. 21, 2013 at 12:26pm “That’s called rotating the Latino’s so it looks like there are more in the camera to impress any Latino’s watching.That or her ObamaScare health policy Doctor put her on the wrong meds and she’s about to die.”
  • drattastic Oct 21, 2013 at 12:26pm “Junkie, still in bad share after her latest abortion.”
  • rickc34 Oct. 21, 2013 at 1:18pm “It was all that concentrated evil Obama aka son of satan puts out”

…and those aren’t even some of the worst comments. I can’t bear to give any more of them added attention. My heart just broke. THIS is how people choose to respond to this? Some poor woman looks visibly distressed, needs to leave the podium behind the President, and you assume the worst? You take to the internet to bad-mouth her, tout conspiracy theories, and say horrible things about her, all because she appears to be aligned with the current President of the United States, and you do not like him/his policies? Shame.

I hope that those people realize now that she is a Type 1 diabetic, who is *pregnant* for Pete’s sake, so she could have had a low, been dehydrated, felt woozy, who knows. I’m sure it had nothing to do with BEING ON NATIONAL TELEVISION STANDING BEHIND THE PRESIDENT or anything like that. Gosh, I think my own sugar just dropped a few points from my brain going crazy thinking about that. And pregnant??!! Geesh! Forgot blood sugar and bodily control then.

My thoughts still aren’t quite organized, and I’m still so angry I could spit nails, but here’s what I have to say, take it or leave it:

  • Shame on anyone who relished in her discomfort, called her names, assumed it was staged, used it as a stepping stone for their own political hate-filled agenda.
  • The internet makes it oh-so-easy to have diarrhea of the mouth/fingers. Think before you comment. Pretend that person is standing next to you in THE SAME ROOM. Would you say that comment out loud? The internet has served to encourage a League of Extraordinary Bullies, and I hate it for that, almost as much as I love it for connecting me to the community of people called the DOC. The dichotomy does not escape me.
  • I don’t care what your religion or political leanings are – it’s no excuse for verbally assaulting someone else on the internet (whether you know them or not!), or anywhere else for that matter. I try not to judge, but in my opinion, you purposefully saying/doing hurtful things means YOU are a mean person. And I will not associate myself with mean people.
  • I try very hard not to discuss religion or politics online anymore, not even on my personal social media pages. It is too polarizing, and there are people I love dearly who will say things that make me want to scream, and I bite my tongue instead. I just don’t understand why we can’t all have different beliefs and opinions, and still get along and find common ground? You don’t have to be my best friend, and I don’t have to be yours. We CAN have different beliefs and thoughts on religion, or politics, or child rearing, or anything else of a million different things that make us individuals, *without* it resorting to being mean-spirited and hateful towards one another.
English: Love Heart symbol interlaced

Love Heart symbol interlaced (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

All that to say….I guess it all comes down to having mutual respect for one another in this world. I’m not sure that exists anymore – certainly not on a grand scale, and that makes me very sad.

There are precious few things that will offend me or cause me to blow up in anger – if you hurt me or someone I love, physically or emotionally,  you can expect a fight. If you are out in the world hurting other people/animals physically or emotionally, or doing things that could lead to them being hurt, I will defy you. (I can’t go too far down the rabbit-hole here. I eat meat, I know animals are killed for it, there are many other social issues that impact people, etc, but hopefully you get the gist of what I mean here.)  Otherwise, we can live in relative peace and harmony no matter who you are, what you do, what you believe in. I have done my best over the years to help people and help animals. Note: I am not guiltless – I know I have emotionally hurt people in the past, and I am sorry for that. I was young and stupid at one point, too. But I grew up and learned better. Tried to make better friends, better choices, and learn from my experiences. I like to think that Emily Dickinson was onto something when she wrote:

“IF I can stop one heart from breaking,
I shall not live in vain;
If I can ease one life the aching,
Or cool one pain,
Or help one fainting robin
Unto his nest again,
I shall not live in vain.”

Could you imagine a world where THAT was what people were concerned with instead of punching people in the internet-face with their own hate-filled speech and rhetoric? We are so far away from that kind of “helping” place, it’s pathetic.
I’m so tired of it. I can’t think about this anymore. I need to go give my daughter a hug.

Some posts/comments from others around the DOC about this follow. So many others have expressed what I feel as well, but in far better ways. I think it’s safe to say,  we’re all pretty riled up.

Insurance Letter Kerfuffle

(Before you even ask, yes, kerfuffle is a real word!)

Received a letter the other day from my insurance company (who shall remain nameless to protect innocent friends who work there) that required my “immediate” attention. I could either complete the questionnaire on the back of the form (pictured here) or go online and complete it there.

I chose to go online, of course, because a) my handwriting is terrible and darn near illegible and b) why waste a stamp on some stupid survey-ish thing? Boring.

But before I could even go online to answer the questions, I had to figure out WHAT this claim was about, and why all the fuss about it. On this letter, it gave the date of treatment (which was over 2 months ago – like I can remember anything from that long ago??), treatment by “NETWORK MEDICAL SUPPLY,” and a claim number. I had no idea if NETWORK MEDICAL SUPPLY was a generic name for something, or an actual provider I had received something from – it didn’t sound familiar. That was all the info. No dollar amount on the claim, no description of what it was for or anything else.

So, carving even more time out of my busy day, I went onto the insurance company’s website and tracked down the claim information. Turns out, it was for the recent order of my new Dexcom G4, which I haven’t even taken out of the box yet. (More on that some other time. I just don’t want to waste all the sensors I have for my old Dexcom, so I’m trying to use them up!)

Mystery solved, I went online to answer the questions, and was surprised that the online questions didn’t even match the hard copy questionnaire questions I was sent in the mail. Really? Inconsistency kind of annoys me, especially when medical health issues are concerned. The basic gist of what both questionnaires were trying to determine was, did I need this equipment due to an accident or injury, and was that injury caused by someone else they could hunt down for payment. They asked the exact same question about 3 different ways. I guess, trying to see if I answered it differently??

Obviously, my Type 1 diabetes was not caused by an accident/injury, so all those questions I answered completely and reasonably. But the funniest thing (to me) at the end was this question: “Do you blame anyone for causing this condition?”

My answer was: “No. I have Type 1 diabetes. Unless you want to blame the universe, or the virus that spurred it into occurring. It is what it is.”

I’m still a bit flabbergasted that no one figured out, before sending me this letter, that I was a Type 1 diabetic using a continuous glucose meter, and they had NO reason to send me the letter in the first place. Stupid-waste-of-time-kerfuffle.