I have to be completely honest here: The Dexcom scared the hell out of me.
It sat on the kitchen table for a few days and stayed hidden in the FedEx box. I wasn't quite ready to look at it and I was even less ready to saddle myself with another medical device. But a couple of Officially Scary low blood sugars, coupled with my fiance being away on business, and I was ready to give it a go.
Siah and I spent a few hours reading over the material that came with the Dexcom. She flipped through a few pages and finally trotted off with one of the shower covers, leaving me in peace to peruse the papers.
8:00 pm: There are a lot of pieces to work with here. The sensor, the inserter for the sensor, and the receiver. I'm intimidated at the idea of wearing another device, even for just a few days. I don't want it to be cumbersome. Oh man, I'm nervous.
What? The insertion needle is how long? Half an inch? Is that long? That's 1.3 cm. That's more than double the length of my infusion set. Damnit, I just need to put this thing in and be done with it.
9:30 pm: Here's the insertion device for the STS Sensor. (That's Prussia the Cat asleep in the chair in the background. This is her blog cameo.)
After reading over and over in the instruction booklet how to put it in, I pressed the insertion device against my stomach and gently - oh so gently - pressed down on the plunger apparatus. I felt the needle prick against my skin. It felt like an infusion set. My panic eased back a bit as I deployed the plunger and fully inserted the sensor needle.
9:35 pm: Inserted. Now I wait two hours for the damn thing to calibrate.
11:35 pm: The receiver clipped to my shorts buzzes like it is alerting me that the house is on fire. "Whoa there, Dexcom." I mutter, unclipping the device and setting it on the desk in front of me. Two little blood drops are dancing on the screen. Following the instructions in the manual, I test my blood sugar twice on a One Touch Ultra machine and link up the One Touch to the STS Receiver. The results travel across time, space, and the span of my desk and lodge themselves into the receiver.
11:50 pm: As promised, 15 minutes passes and my results pop up on the screen. "96 mg/dl." Nice way to start. Let's see if it lasts.
Here's what the site looks like "on." (Pump on the left, Dexcom on the right, like I'm a six-until-me shooter from some weird diabetes Western. And apparently I need to Windex the full-length mirror.)
It feels slightly more intrusive than an insulin pump infusion site, but it's not too troublesome. I'm wondering if it can be worn on the thigh. The biggest drawback so far (even after only three hours) is definitely the size of the receiver. This thing is clunky and cumbersome. I'm hoping that the data will outweigh the device.
Tomorrow brings my first full Dexcom Day. I'm all a-twitter!