Reason #666 to have crippling anxiety
When your boyfriend texts you at 2 in the morning to tell you he woke up with a blog sugar of THIRTY-FUCKING-EIGHT.
He's extremely lucky he even woke up, and even more lucky he could think straight enough to find some sugar and eat it. He basically turns into a man sized toddler with the attention span of a goldfish when his blood sugar gets that low.
He used to have sensors that sent a signal to his phone which triggered an alien space ship type alarm to let him know he was crashing but his insurances (yes, he has TWO fantastic insurances) decided they arent necessary. Because he can only have one primary treatment for his diabetes, which is his insulin pump. God forbid he has more than a single treatment option. You know, one preventative and one reactive. I looked into purchasing them ourselves but Healthcare in this country is inflated out the wazoo and it's not an option.
Again, FUCK the American Healthcare system.
