I’ve been kicking it old school*
with my transplant-related diabetes for going on nineteen years. I’m type 1, which
means I’m insulin-dependent. That has required me to check my glucose levels by
pricking my various fingers about twenty-seven-thousand times** over the
years. Yes, ouch. High glucose readings (generally, above 180) usually mean I
need to compensate for my pancreatic insufficiency by injecting insulin. Despite
how onerous it all sounded back in 2004, I got the hang of it fairly quickly.
My A1C, a measurement of average blood sugar over a three month span, has mostly
remained under 7%, the generally accepted baseline for diabetes. I consider myself both lucky and proud.
I saw my endocrinologist today and
he gently suggested, for the fourth or fifth straight visit, that I join the 21st
century (my words) and graduate from all that finger stickin’ to a Dexcom G7 Continuous
Glucose Monitor. A GCM, a sensor that is a disc about the size of a quarter, attaches
to my belly with a plastic applicator and, through apparently some sort of witchcraft,
sends continuous glucose readings to my phone. Each sensor lasts for ten days, and then you just
pop it off and attach another. How can you beat that, right?
Well, mostly. The problem isn’t with
the GCM, which works very well. The problem is with the delivery system. Each new
sensor comes packaged inside the applicator and after the sensor is applied,
Dexcom says on their website, “throw out the sensor and applicator
following local guidelines biohazard waste.” That big hunk of plastic, the size
of a urine sample cup?*** I was so disappointed to find that to be the case, that
there isn’t a program to return those for sterilization and reuse. This world
is drowning in plastic, and more than ten million Americans tossing out those
cups every ten days, well…
I tried emailing Dexcom to discuss
this subject. If they answer I’ll tell you what they said.
* The first and last time I will ever use that expression.
** I did the math.
*** See?
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