New Dexcom receiver arrive via FedEx as promised. But new receiver also crossed off martini. Heart sink.
Call tech support. Bad news. Dexcom determine transmitter must be problem. Worse news: transmitter beyond warranty. Therefore Dexcom not simple matter of FedEx new one. Instead, must get transmitter approved by insurance company & must contact Edgepark [live studio audience groan] in order get ball rolling.
Not remember why dread Edgepark. Because so often maligned within DOC? Place call. Ring, ring. Not recall any specific bad experience. Automated system enter date of birth recognize Bigfoot child & Bigfoot feel like okay/this isn’t so bad/we’re on our way.
But then, while on hold, reasons for dread come rushing at Bigfoot like contents of colostomy bag dumped on face. It Edgepark on-hold entertainment.
Advertisements for things no already-troubled/untroubled person wish hear about. Edgepark assume caller comfortable this milieu. Kind of like walk into Good Vibrations, of course salesperson assume OK hold realistic yet purple rubber, boing-y cock in face, ask would you like to handle this one? Or walk into American Girl Doll tea room, hostess assume not afraid eat lunch in presence of doll.
Edgepark think: Hey, it’s their fault for calling us. Of course we can entertain them with chat about troublesome skin discomfort cools and soothes ostomy lacerations bacterial odor stoma gas deodorizing patch almost guarantee no leakage excellent gelling no scrubbing or scraping.
So now Dexcom on distant horizon. Tell Bubs you can take off that sensor. The Dexcom is broken and a new one won’t be here for a few days.
(NOT YAY. NOT YAY. NOT YAY.)
Now limping along, unsure how do this. Rule is–what? Before eat; 2h pp; before bed; middle of night optional depending on [how tired/how many Breaking Bads left/desired martyrdom status]; plus anytime acts/feels weird.
Rule for swim/snow sports is: every hour? Every two hours? (Plus above.)
Ugh. Also ugh for sounds so bratty. Proposed remedy drown sorrow in J. Crew clearance sale.