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I'm pretty sure that if I was a doctor, I would be the kind of patient that would make me want to quit practicing.
For any new people, I was diagnosed as a type 2 diabetes January before last and have a very strong aversion to needles, my own blood and that noise the lancet makes as it tries to pierce your flesh to make with the bleeding. I'm also not terribly fond of taking pills.
In other words, I'm not exactly a model patient.
I haven't seen the poor man they assigned to be my diabetes specialist since last May when he put me on many many pills that I sort of forgot to take after awhile. Sort of forgot in the sense that I totally put them in the cabinet and went out of my way to cover them up with sanitary products and foot creme and things of that nature.
So I was dreading today's appt. because not only have I not had any pills to take for months, I haven't called to get a new prescription, and I really didn't even bother letting this particular doctor know my blood sugar had spiked last November and had spent a bit of time at the 330 range before settling back down. In other words, I was expecting a lecture.
I get there and we discussed the lack of pill taking and the equal lack of blood sugar monitoring and there is a very minor glare and then we pull out the results of yesterday's blood work.
Every single one of my bad numbers had dropped. Every. Single. One. Even the good cholestrol number that is usually far too low had gone up.
Without the meds.
*insert smug look*
"Have you changed your diet since I last saw you?" "No." "More excersice?" "I have a dog. There is chasing." *scribbles Has dog on his notes* "That's it? Just dog chasing?" He seemed a bit perplexed and miffed at this turn of events.
I no longer have to feel guilty about not taking my meds because I'm no longer on meds to take. I'm actually doing better without the buggers than I was when I was still scared shitless and willing to pop a handful of pills daily.
To get back at me he did ask that I go visit a GP for "That yearly female visit thing". He even went so far as to say he would personally talk to the GP assigned to me to make sure I'm able to make an appointment. Joy.
Oh, and I also have to do one of those annoying 24 hour urine collection things that I will spare y'all the details of because I've already heard "eww" from two people today.
For any new people, I was diagnosed as a type 2 diabetes January before last and have a very strong aversion to needles, my own blood and that noise the lancet makes as it tries to pierce your flesh to make with the bleeding. I'm also not terribly fond of taking pills.
In other words, I'm not exactly a model patient.
I haven't seen the poor man they assigned to be my diabetes specialist since last May when he put me on many many pills that I sort of forgot to take after awhile. Sort of forgot in the sense that I totally put them in the cabinet and went out of my way to cover them up with sanitary products and foot creme and things of that nature.
So I was dreading today's appt. because not only have I not had any pills to take for months, I haven't called to get a new prescription, and I really didn't even bother letting this particular doctor know my blood sugar had spiked last November and had spent a bit of time at the 330 range before settling back down. In other words, I was expecting a lecture.
I get there and we discussed the lack of pill taking and the equal lack of blood sugar monitoring and there is a very minor glare and then we pull out the results of yesterday's blood work.
Every single one of my bad numbers had dropped. Every. Single. One. Even the good cholestrol number that is usually far too low had gone up.
Without the meds.
*insert smug look*
"Have you changed your diet since I last saw you?" "No." "More excersice?" "I have a dog. There is chasing." *scribbles Has dog on his notes* "That's it? Just dog chasing?" He seemed a bit perplexed and miffed at this turn of events.
I no longer have to feel guilty about not taking my meds because I'm no longer on meds to take. I'm actually doing better without the buggers than I was when I was still scared shitless and willing to pop a handful of pills daily.
To get back at me he did ask that I go visit a GP for "That yearly female visit thing". He even went so far as to say he would personally talk to the GP assigned to me to make sure I'm able to make an appointment. Joy.
Oh, and I also have to do one of those annoying 24 hour urine collection things that I will spare y'all the details of because I've already heard "eww" from two people today.
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