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My God, you would think that getting the insurance company to help with the costs of a meter and strips constitutes a national crisis!

I have two meters at home, the problem is I am not "home", I am in Atlanta visiting my poor lonely husband and of all things to forget, meters and strips were top of the list it seems. My new doctor put in a script to get new ones here in Ga, but that is asking too much of lovely Aetna. I really shouldn't complain I guess, with the long and winding road of meds for this annoying disease, they have not baulked once at paying for anything. It just seems that when you want testing supplies, you have to go through different channels and those channels are not quick. The time quoted was 7-10 working days. Shit I will be back in Florida by then! So I went with another solution that required money out of pocket.

Walmart has come out with their own diabetic testing supply line and expensewise it is VERY reasonable. I bought a meter for around $17, 50 strips for $9 and lancets for like $4 So this will get me though til I get back home.

So the good news is my reading (about 4 hours pp) is 197. The bad news is that my reading is 197. Not great, but a bit better than the near 400 I was at last week.. at this point I will take what I can get.

Janumet so far is making me a bit queezy, especially in the mornings when I wake up, but it seems to resolve as I get up and get going with my day.

It also seems to be making me tired.

So lets see what the morning fasting result is going to be. 


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