Save the Dexcom!

Post by Stacey – read her bio here!

My last blog was about the positive and negative aspects of using a CGMS and how sometimes I felt the negatives may outweigh the benefits.  However something happened last week that I believe validated my feelings toward my little Dexcom CGM. 

I take the Long Island Rail Road to work (for those out of the area it is a regional commuter railroad) … it is my first train of three on my commute to work.  On most days I take a pretty early train into Manhattan and therefore I am not fully awake by the time I arrive there.  On Friday of last week, I arrived at the train station and was the first person at my usual waiting spot.  I was curious as to what my BG was since I believe I woke up a little on the high side so took my Dexcom receiver out of my handbag to take a peek.  I blame it on not being 100% with it and also carrying a few things that made me fumble but the receiver fell out of my hand, bounced off the platform and landed on the train tracks.  My first thoughts were $%@$SS*%#S#!!!  I stood there for a moment (or what seemed like ages) just staring at it laying there so quietly on the train tracks as if that would make it levitate back to my hands.  Then the panic set in – oh no! My Dexcom!  I MUST get it back!  I didn’t know what to do so I called my husband who was still at home since he takes a train later than I and he suggested I get help from a LIRR employee.  I went over and informed the worker behind the counter that I had just dropped my medical device on the tracks.  The poor guy seemed flustered and unsure of what to do.  He tried to call his boss but wasn’t getting an answer so I kept thinking to myself that my poor Dex was a goner.  I showed him where it was lying on the tracks and he went back to get a broom & dust pan to see if he could sweep it up.  I wasn’t too sure that was going to work but at least the guy was trying.  As I waited for him to locate the cleaning tools, the train I was supposed to be on came into the station and left.  I didn’t know if my Dex was safe or not.  I then called my husband again to let him know I missed the other train and was still at the station.  That was when he informed me that he got it for me and was looking for me.  He got my Dexcom back!  He saved my Dexcom!  The relief I felt having it back in my hands made me realize what the thing means to me.  The fact that there were no scratches or anything on it either was amazing!  I’m sure the hefty price tag adds value to losing it but I know that wasn’t totally it.  I owe my hubby big-time!!