I need to vent here for a moment. I’m not looking for advice or for people to tell me what to do about these issues I’m struggling with. I just need someone who understands to hear me.
I am 26 years old and I have had Type 1 diabetes for 23 years. Back in February of this year, my birthday came around and I turned too old to stay on my parents health insurance, which I had used my entire life. I thought, at the time, that the best course of action was to switch to the health insurance that my employer provided, because hey they paid for it, right? Well, here’s the thing. I HATE this new company. They have fought me every single step of the way and at times even outright refused to fill my prescriptions for insulin. I have to get “prior authorization” for every medication I try to get filled, even if I have filled it through them before. It can take up to two weeks for this prior authorization to go through and in the mean time, I am up sh*t creek without a paddle. Thankfully, my roommate is also Type 1 diabetic. She’s on an insulin pump, but her doctor makes her have long acting insulin on hand as a back up. She lets me use her surplus insulin when I can’t get any more because my insurance company is screwing me. Not only do they refuse to fill my prescriptions at times, but the copays are ridiculous. $200 for a one month supply of insulin. Per script. That’s almost $400 a month for me in JUST INSULIN. Not to mention the test strips, lancets, insulin pen needles, and CGM supplies that I need. Now this company is auditing me to make sure that I don’t still have coverage with the company I had before this one. When I got that letter, I threw it against the wall. I was thinking, “Seriously, you refuse to fill my prescriptions and NOW YOU ARE AUDITING ME?!?!” I am so fed up with this company.
Now, because this stupid company is refusing to fill my prescriptions, even though I have jumped through every friggen hoop they have put in front of me, I have been forced to use a different type of insulin than I was using. Cue massive spikes and dips in blood sugar levels. Cue waking up with numbers in the 300’s. Cue crashing before meals so then I rebound and end up high. Cue stress and vomiting because of the crazy blood sugars. Cue missing work because I spent the morning hugging the toilet. Cue leaving work early because I can’t see past the low blood sugar headache I’ve had all afternoon. My endo and I are working together on getting me through this, but there’s only so much she can do. I’ve had her call my insurance company many times, she’s helped me come up with a plan for keeping my numbers as good as possible in the mean time. Really, she’s wonderfully helpful, which I find to be a rare thing in an endocrinologist.
This is the first time in my young life that I have had to deal with such adversity in simply trying to take care of myself. That’s all I really want. I just want to be healthy. Why is it so hard to try to achieve that simple goal, just because I am diabetic and I live in this craphole economy that thinks people who can’t afford healthcare should suffer because they brought it upon themselves?
Right after my birthday this year, and switching to this crap new health insurance, I left a long term relationship that had been one of the major parts of my support network. Suddenly I was faced with financially supporting myself ENTIRELY by myself. All my medical bills, rent, utilities, car insurance, gas, food… everything. So not only was I reeling from the end of this relationship, but then I had to figure out how to adult all by myself. I get overwhelmed really easily anyway and this all just feels like too much. I live in Georgia and my family lives in Arizona. I don’t really have anyone I can reach out to for help at the moment, so now I’m trying to expand my social circle, too.
On top of all that, last year I found out that I have diabetic retinopathy in both eyes. I went to an eye specialist for treatment. That was THE WORST day. This doctor was too impatient with me to see that I was having a panic attack in his office, so instead of helping me to calm down and rationally work through all the fear and crazy feelings I was experiencing, he just pushed me back in the chair, clamped my eye open, gave me an injection INTO MY EYEBALL and then left. I still can’t think about it without having a panic attack. Now, I have to go back to another eye specialist this week to discuss further treatment. I’m kind of freaking out. And I can’t afford these treatments, either… so there’s that.
Life is stressful enough as it is, but then you throw in a chronic illness, a sh*tty health insurance company, and diabetes complications, I just want to hide in my room and watch Netflix in my pajamas. But I don’t. I get up, go to work, fight through the haze of high blood sugar and feeling like I’m going to vomit, treat the lows as they come, and repeat my mantra, “This, too, shall pass.” I just feel like I spend my whole life waiting for things to pass. Waiting for the sick feeling to go away. Waiting for my blood sugar to come down so I might actually be able to eat on my lunch break (as I’m doing right now). It never gets any easier. I just get better at dealing with the crap.
Thanks for listening. (err… reading)
Alex
