Friday, April 9, 2010

Young, Poor Diabetic Revolts

Diabetics are not just diseases with two feet. We breathe, we think. We have hopes and dreams. We have families, we have jobs. We are not our disease. However, things are hard for us, especially if you are 21, like I am. 

I am a full time student who works to help pay for college and living costs. However, when I turned 21, I was told I had a month before my state insurance ran out. Now, I am not a rich person. I barely make ends meet with the little money that comes from my cashiering job at Hannaford's. I pay rent, I pay for gas, I pay for the cell phone that I need in case of emergencies. I pay for the $200 French book that I needed for class. I don't have the money to pay for two vials of Insulin, two-three boxes of syringes, two boxes of 100-count test strips, two boxes of 100-count lancets, and whatever else I need for my Diabetes. Did you know that one vial of Levimir  costs $115? One vial of Novalog is $100. And I need two Novalog and one Levimir a month, not counting the syringes, or the test strips, which are $66 for a box of 50 test strips. How is a full time student supposed to pay for that every month?

I am struggling to find a way to pay for everything. Right now I am working on my reserves that I have stored up, but that is about to run out in... a little over a week. My father gave me some money to get another vial, but my father barely makes his own bills. I cannot ask him for money, and see him want for food or electricity or whatever else he needs. It's wrong. So what do I do? 

It seems that the government, and the people that make money off my medicines, want us poor Diabetics to just curl up on our sides and die. However, I much prefer to live. I have things to live for. I have a boyfriend, I have my family, I have my education. I have a dog, and I have dreams. I will not go down without a fight!

So I decided to make a blog, to try to get some light shed on how life really is for us young, poor diabetics. Hopefully somebody reads this and decides that something needs to be done. If not, then it is a way for me to vent.

~LeseulLoupGris~