Pavlov, Price, and Panasonic

Today is August 13, 2009. Two days ago I received my latest reload of insulin pen needles and test strips for Bart Allen. The joy that I feel when I hear the doorbell and get a package from the UPS guy from my mail order service is approaching Pavlovian. Not necessarily salivating, but my attitude always improves when I open a box full of Insulin Pens. This is what Wilford has done to me. Thanks. Continue reading

This Card Has Been Rejected

I admit, I’m still pretty new at this whole “living in the real world” thing. I have a 401k, but I am too afraid to take a look at it because I’m clueless about that type of stuff. And I don’t want to see how much money I’ve potentially lost in the last 2 years (since I started my job). I’m not trying to juggle too many real world complications at the moment, when I feel comfortable with what I have to handle then I’ll introduce another variable in to the mix. One such variable that I am already having trouble managing is my FSA shenaniganry. Cause that’s a word. Continue reading

Mo Money

Diabetes is not easy. but I often wonder how much easier this would be if something like money is not one of the balls you have to juggle on a daily basis. I am lucky enough to have a job, in These Troubled Times (drink!) I am well aware that that is nothing to scoff at. No matter how miserable my commute to work is (and it is quite miserable) and despite my frequent issues with my insurance company I know that I am fortunate to have these battles to engage in. As far as Diabetics go, I don’t have it that bad. Sometimes I need to remember that. Not to brag or boast, but to keep my issues in perspective. Continue reading

What We’ve Got Here Is a Failure to Communicate

When people ask me about my job, I usually say “the health insurance is nice.” I make no shortcuts about the fact that right now, health insurance is more important than job satisfaction. I’m young enough that I can still figure out what it is I want to do with my life and not risk being pigeon-holed into a specific job that I can no longer get out of. And in These Troubled Times (drink!), having a stable job AND job security is nothing to scoff at (government contractors ftw!). As nice as having health insurance is, this whole real-world/form-copying/prescription-substantiation/am-i-covered nonsense is getting a bit ridiculous. I miss the days when I only had to worry about waking up for class. I miss the days where the biggest task for the day was working a double shift at 5 Guys. Why must Wilford be so meticulous? Continue reading

Why Don’t You Return My Calls?

One of the many joys of diabetes is dealing with insurance. For the first 5 years as a member of the Wilford Brimley Fan Club I was fortunate to still be covered under my Dad’s health coverage. Any issues and the big guy would take care of it. Sadly that coverage expired after I graduated. To clarify, the sad part is where I’m on my own for health coverage, not the graduating part. Thankfully I found a job right out of school, and health benefits switched over at the end of the year painlessly. For the most part I have had no issues with getting prescriptions filled and keeping track of those lovely substantiation forms that clutter the mail box. That is until this past December. Continue reading