Ok, this post is not actually a thorough explanation of why I am a Christian. But, it's a story, that might help you understand.
I've had kind of a no good very bad day. I kind of had that day yesterday. And had a couple of those days last week. And heck, for the past 2 months, I've had some serious down days.
Let's go back to last week. I call my insulin pump supplier to order more supplies and to switch over my insurance. (because supposedly, I "only" had to wait 5 months for them to start paying for my diabetes supplies.)
To make a long story short after speaking with a bazillion different people, and after a lot of frustration, and a few tears, it turns out that they are not going to pay until January 1, 2014.
My blood sugar levels are MUCH better controlled while on the insulin pump. But because my supplies are SO expensive off of insurance, I wouldn't be able to afford it. (No one would.) And I'd have to go back on shots.
Going back on shots means taking shots 6 times per day. That means interrupting my daily life 6 times every day to go to the bathroom, draw up insulin, and inject myself. I'm a busy person. Sometimes I miss a shot. Or sometimes I'll skip a meal so I don't have to take a shot. Or sometimes I'll just downright not take it "because I don't wanna."
None of those are healthy. I knew it would take a LOT of work to try and control my diabetes while on shots.
So I call my doctor's office this morning, to explain the situation and confirm my off-pump regimen. She says she will confirm with my doctor and then call me back.
She called me back this afternoon.
Someone JUST donated the EXACT amount of supplies I would need to cover me until my insurance starts paying for my supplies.
If that's not God saying "Hey, I'm looking out for ya, kid."....I don't know what is.
I'm a Christian because my faith gives me hope. Because I believe that I am always taken care of. And I like those feelings.
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Tuesday, June 25, 2013
Friday, May 10, 2013
Happy Lots-of-Anniversaries to Me!
Some of you guessed on my Facebook page what 2 very important personal anniversaries I had coming up today.Y'all had some great guesses! And between all of you, you eventually figured them out.
We'll start with the lighter, happier of the two. Five years ago today, I GRADUATED COLLEGE! I was the first person in my family to graduate college and I did it in 4 years, which is becoming increasingly difficult these days. I received my B.A. in Public Relations from Western Kentucky University.
Well, friends, I was the University mascot, Big Red, for 3 years. And at graduation, all the Big Reds get to wear the mascot hands! As a matter of fact, at graduation, my name was announced as Rachel "Big Red" Bodine, which under any other circumstance, would be a complete insult.
Anyway, while it seems that everyone is graduating college, and even getting advanced degrees, I'm still proud of that particular accomplishment.
Ok, my next anniversary. The crappy one.
Eight years (and about 10,000 injections) ago today, my mom and I sat in my endocrinologist's office as he explained to me that I had type 1 diabetes.
He explained everything it involved, and it was a lot. I think I handled it better than anyone would expect. After all, I was 18, and I was just diagnosed with a chronic disease that would completely change my life forever.
When the nurse was teaching me how to give myself injections, she told me to think of something happy as I pushed the needle in to my stomach.
I have a wonderfully hilarious friend with the most beautiful blonde hair you've ever seen. His name is Max, and he does the BEST Family Guy impressions.
So, as I gave myself my first insulin injection, I pictured Max doing his Cleveland impression. And guess what? I didn't cry.
I cried a little when my doctor diagnosed me. And I cried a little on the way home. I didn't cry the next day. And I didn't cry the day after that either! I was on a roll! I was handling it like a champ!
.....Until the next day. Me and my mom and sister went to the mall. And there, in the middle of the food court, in front of my family, other shoppers, and my chick-fil-a sandwich, I lost it. I completely lost all of my proverbial sh*t.
Maybe I hadn't processed everything that had happened. Maybe my "cool, calm and collected" tank was empty. Maybe I was saddened by the fact that insulin causes weight gain and I'd never be a size zero again. (Oh, the days of size zero....) Either way, it was not a good day.
Since then, my emotions have leveled out. I still have my days where I want to punch everything in the face, but I also have my days where I feel very hopeful about the future of T1D, and very thankful for the technology I am able to take advantage of today.
And, to avoid my PR degree going to waste, if you'd like to donate to the Juvenile Diabetes Research Foundation, or see what kind of cool stuff the Middle TN chapter is doing, just click here. :)
So anyway. That's a lot of memories for one date to hold. I'm hoping that anything else that happens on a May 10th will be fun and exciting, like graduating, and not lame and stupid, like diabetes.
As always, thanks for reading! And I promise I'll blog about my kick in the face soon.
We'll start with the lighter, happier of the two. Five years ago today, I GRADUATED COLLEGE! I was the first person in my family to graduate college and I did it in 4 years, which is becoming increasingly difficult these days. I received my B.A. in Public Relations from Western Kentucky University.
"Rachel, what are those weird fuzzy things on your hands?!?!"
Well, friends, I was the University mascot, Big Red, for 3 years. And at graduation, all the Big Reds get to wear the mascot hands! As a matter of fact, at graduation, my name was announced as Rachel "Big Red" Bodine, which under any other circumstance, would be a complete insult.
Anyway, while it seems that everyone is graduating college, and even getting advanced degrees, I'm still proud of that particular accomplishment.
Ok, my next anniversary. The crappy one.
Eight years (and about 10,000 injections) ago today, my mom and I sat in my endocrinologist's office as he explained to me that I had type 1 diabetes.
He explained everything it involved, and it was a lot. I think I handled it better than anyone would expect. After all, I was 18, and I was just diagnosed with a chronic disease that would completely change my life forever.
When the nurse was teaching me how to give myself injections, she told me to think of something happy as I pushed the needle in to my stomach.
I have a wonderfully hilarious friend with the most beautiful blonde hair you've ever seen. His name is Max, and he does the BEST Family Guy impressions.
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| Me and Max at a concert on campus our freshman year. We were such babies! |
So, as I gave myself my first insulin injection, I pictured Max doing his Cleveland impression. And guess what? I didn't cry.
I cried a little when my doctor diagnosed me. And I cried a little on the way home. I didn't cry the next day. And I didn't cry the day after that either! I was on a roll! I was handling it like a champ!
.....Until the next day. Me and my mom and sister went to the mall. And there, in the middle of the food court, in front of my family, other shoppers, and my chick-fil-a sandwich, I lost it. I completely lost all of my proverbial sh*t.
Maybe I hadn't processed everything that had happened. Maybe my "cool, calm and collected" tank was empty. Maybe I was saddened by the fact that insulin causes weight gain and I'd never be a size zero again. (Oh, the days of size zero....) Either way, it was not a good day.
Since then, my emotions have leveled out. I still have my days where I want to punch everything in the face, but I also have my days where I feel very hopeful about the future of T1D, and very thankful for the technology I am able to take advantage of today.
And, to avoid my PR degree going to waste, if you'd like to donate to the Juvenile Diabetes Research Foundation, or see what kind of cool stuff the Middle TN chapter is doing, just click here. :)
So anyway. That's a lot of memories for one date to hold. I'm hoping that anything else that happens on a May 10th will be fun and exciting, like graduating, and not lame and stupid, like diabetes.
As always, thanks for reading! And I promise I'll blog about my kick in the face soon.
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