Sometimes I “take the weekend off.” This doesn’t mean that I stop doing everything diabetes related, it just means I guess a little more and test the sugars a little less. A girl has to stay sane. My whole life can’t be a math problem. Saturday and Sunday are mine.
At my last appointment with my nurse educator, I was greeted (over excitedly) by two OmniPod representatives that (somehow) got wind of my appointment. One was a (pretty handsome, but short) guy who was the business half of the team. The other was a woman who was the clinical half. I’m guessing that my nurse educator didn’t have the latest OmniPod software on her computer, so she called the team to help her out. My nurse educator, Chris, is in her mid 60s. It’s more than likely that the only computing she does all day is in the medical portal she uses at work. Either way, my appointment turned into a party.
Business loaded the new OmniPod software onto Chris’ computer. This took about one minute. Chris asked Business to help print off the data from my PDM. He did. This took 30 seconds. Then Team OmniPod Minnesota (TOM I’ll call them) just stuck around.
This is where I started feeling a little weird about things.
Chris started pouring over my sugars from the last month, and out of no where, the clinical half of TOM started grabbing pages and circling stuff as well. Feeling a little self conscious, I asked clinical half if she was a nurse. She said ‘no,’ BUT! her credentials included being a registered dietitian and a type I diabetic of 30 years!
No disrespect, but I wasn’t aware that being a registered dietitian and diabetic for 30 years qualified someone to analyze another person’s blood sugars. I also wasn’t aware that they could do so without asking. Even business half put in his two cents on why I might be running a little higher on weekends, “You do a lot of eating out?”
I sat there a bit dumbfounded. First, I hadn’t invited them to the soiree. I didn’t even know these two existed. Apparently OmniPod had recently laid off (fired) the nurse that trained me on the pump. They didn’t feel that Minnesota needed two trainers, so they ousted the nice lady that taught me everything I know about pumps.
To come full circle, I’ve been using the rest of my AccuCheck strips up and manually entering my sugars into the PDM. Sometimes I forget to enter my sugars (especially on weekends), but I always write them down on my paper log. Chris and TOM were looking rather confused until I piped in and explained this. When they still looked confused, I explained that sometimes I “take weekends off.” TOM immediately began to judge me. I countered their judgement with, “at least I’m honest.”
All in all, I left the appointment feeling a little violated. I didn’t think it was appropriate of TOM to stay for the duration of my appointment. Chris probably should have given me the heads up that they were coming, too. Even though I teach social skills on a daily basis, I can say with confidence that there wasn’t a tactful way or time to ask TOM to leave. I hoped the blank and critical stare on my face might tip them off. But these are my my go-to people if I mess up anything pump related. What if a thug steals my PDM? What if I drop my PDM in the toilet? I didn’t want to burn any bridges (to free PDMs). On the other hand, I’m a patient/human being and I’m pretty sure I have a right to privacy.
TOM ended up being of minimal help with anything, other than offering me two free pods when I explained all the troubles I was having. I’m still not sure if those two pods were worth it.