Losing it.
It was so quiet without him. I stood alone in the closet, near the dress I had been wearing, listening intently for him. But nothing. Silence. I moved to the living room, to the kitchen, everywhere, and still no sound. I longed for him. But no amount of wishing could make him appear.
I fell in to bed, exhausted and frustrated. I look over at his usual spot next to me, but he was not there. I awoke in the middle of the night, instinctively reaching for him, but he was gone. I fell back into a deep sleep, unaware of time and space, or my blood sugar.
I lost my DexCom.
I, Alexis, an incredibly responsible human being who has nary displaced a test strip let alone expensive diabetes hardware, had lost track of my beloved DexCom during my busy day, and this time, he was truly gone. I dug through my purse, expecting to find him buried there. I checked under the car seats, in the trunk, called every store I had been to in the past 24 hours, but all to no avail. It was really and truly gone.
Ok, sorry for the dramatic opening, but I truly cannot believe that I, Miss Organized, honestly lost a $700 piece of indispensible diabetes equipment while…running errands. I had it in my pocket on Monday, I remember the last BG I checked (103, thank you very much) outside of REI. Then I got home, got on a conference call and…it was gone. I checked the dress I wore that day, the jacket, every nook and cranny of the house and that little device is 100% MIA. And let’s not forget I’ve only had this one for a month – my last DexCom died (or some may say committed suicide in protest of Thanksgiving dinner), so I haven’t even received the bill yet for that new set. Spending over $1000 on diabetes equipment is not exactly how I wanted to start my financial new year.
Harrumph.
I’m pissed at myself for losing the Dex – I’m serious when I say I don’t lose things. Not jewelry, not cell phones and certainly, not anything diabetes related. But more so, I’m pissed that I have so much crap to remember with this disease in the first place. Pump controller, extra pods, test strips, lancets, insulin, long-acting insulin in case, CGM sensors, the transmitter, the CGM receiver, glucose tablets – this disease is so much more complicated than most people know in terms of the sheer amount of STUFF we have to lug around. It’s no wonder that after 18 years, something finally slipped through the cracks.
I just wish it could been something a little less valuable that decided to go missing. Maybe he talked to my old DexCom – the one that bit the dust during Thanksgiving dinner. Maybe he thought he couldn’t handle the pressure, or the carbs, and decided he was better off alone. Wherever you are little Dex, please forgive me. Come home and I’ll never eat a bagel again. Promise.
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Oh no! Hopefully it turns up! I’ve lost it around the house before and my husband has helpfully suggested that I need to let my blood sugar go high for a bit so it will alarm.
If my CGM wasn’t integrated with my Medtronic pump, I’m sure I would have lost it a long time ago! Your future DexCom could always sport your mailing address & phone number in case that happened again, God forbid! We learned the mailing label trick after our son lost his $150 RC plane one year. It probably got carried in the jet stream to China:(
Rose - I tried that - I let my BG creep up then stood in each room of my house to see if it would start beeping. No luck 
Gerry, I checked the laundry, and the fridge (sounds like I’m worse that you! I’ve found my car keys in the fridge before!)
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Wow thats harsh…did you try the laundry, I usually find my stuff in there?