Last Wednesday I finally went to the endocrinologist after skipping an appointment in October and never rescheduling.
Some “Born Again Diabetic” I am huh?October as most of you remember was a bad month for me so caring about my health or anything at that time was a serious chore.
Then the guilt set in.
How could I face my doctor after not making it to an appointment or scheduling a new one? I just hid some more, until now.
As always I got a slight ‘tude from my supervisor who leaves early for nail appointments but has an “issue” with “so many people having to leave all the time.” I took off as soon as I could and made it to the endo just in time to make the appointment.
When I got inside and met with the nurse who mentioned that I had not been there in a while. I agreed. I tweeted about the next part because I was shocked that the nurse at an endo’s office could be so dumb.
Here’s how it went down.
Nurse: You’re a Type 1? (She said this with an extra high note at the end)
Nurse: Not a Type 2? (I wanted to answer and be sarcastic because seriously, what part of “YES” did you not get??)
Me: No. I’m just fat.
Nurse: Oh okay. Because most people your weight are type 2’s.
Now this pissed me off two fold. One, I know I am not the only full figured type 1 on the planet. And two, there are many Many MANY type 2’s that are much Much MUCH thinner than I am.
And did I mention that the nurse could have been a “before” pic at the Jenny Craig??? (Ok that wasn’t nice but it really bothers me so sorry, dumb nurse)
When my endo came in we talked a lot. We talked about why I did not come in back in October. About losing the house. About how he has lost all his retirement and does not know what he is going to do. We talked about life, and stress, and how it affects not only my BG but my willingness to take care of myself. It felt like I was talking to a friend who understood or at least wanted to.
We talked about Symilin and Apidra. He felt that we should find out where my A1C is, check on the rest of my numbers and then consider trying some new stuff. I felt that was fair. I need to prove to him that I am a good patient first before he should start writing prescriptions for me just because I ask about them.
It is another beginning. Another attempt to walk the narrow path of good management and who knows how long this will last before I burnout again.
I guess it is just the way it goes