First of all, I want to express a HUGE 'thank you' to all the wonderful comments and supportive sentiments regarding our homeschooling curriculum. You all are so encouraging and such a positive influence in my life.
And boy do I need love and encouragement today, because
Oh. My. Lantus.
(Another great phrase from my friend, Ceesa. It replaced OMG in just about every situation. Do YOU have a 'Ceesa' in your life? If you don't, I recommend finding one and hanging on tight)
I will begin at the end of this tale because the beginning is too long ago to correctly recall.
Ellie is officially 'live with insulin' with an Omnipod pump . . . TODAY!!!!! Or, 5 hours at this point.
Notice I didn't say "OUR" Omnipod pump? Yeah. About that.
Our insurance gave the green light verbally after we submitted our paperwork 30 (thirty!) days ago.
We have done our part. Ellie completed the week-long saline trial and our Endocrinologist's office was on top of the requested documentation.
Omnipod was on top of things and did what they could in response to our insurance company's many requests.
Yet, here we are today, pumping with insulin on the Dr.'s office loaner Omnipod pump. The same one we took home for the saline trial.
Because the insurance company is a piece of ($*%&^#*( work. A business who doesn't care who my daughter is or why she wants a better T1D management system.
So we have to prove it by flooding them with doctor certifications, proof of training calenders, blood sugar logs, carb counts, plans of actions and payment plans. Really?
Okey-Dokey then. I will play along nicely until I just can't anymore, or they approve and send out OUR pump . . . . whichever comes first.
I really don't have time to be mad, anyway. The learning curve on pumping and the zig/zag nature of T1D will have me busy enough.
Oh yeah, and our first day of homeschool is t-o-m-o-r-r-o-w.
I'd say this is a pretty good representation on my inner self today. Anyone else feeling this way, too?