Search Results

1.       Well, my new physician’s assistant. I don’t actually see my endo, just the PA.

2.       My old PA moved on to hospital management.

3.       When my new PA made me wait 15 minutes before coming into the patient room I got pretty aggravated. My old PA was in the room within 5 minutes.

4.       We talked for a long time. Actually, she talked and I listened and answered questions. Since we are new to each other she was information gathering, which is fine. But it can be kind of a pain in the ass to go through your medical history all the time.

Rating (0) 0

Email this Comments (2)

I know I've written about this before, but it keeps coming up. So bear with me as I talk this out.

The last couple times I've gone to the endocrinologist the nurse takes my pump to download all the goods: insulin:carb ratio, basal rates, and the blood sugar readings from my Ultra Link meter that automatically enters my blood sugar into the log in my pump (man do I love that feature!).

So as the PA (who I'm growing to like) looks over my numbers she asks roughly what times of the day I have breakfast, lunch and dinner. She writes the times on the sheet and continues examining the numbers. 

Rating (0) 0

Email this Comments (2)

There are times in my health world that it seems everything goes wrong all at once. Every symptom or side effect possible decides to rear their ugly and intrusive heads all at once. Stress tends to make it all worse, throwing my blood sugars, my sleeping habits, and my hormones out of an already teetering balance.

These past ten days or so have been an onslaugt of Dr. Murphy's Law (I say Dr. because it's strictly health related). The Accutane is giving me off and on side effects like back pain, insomnia, crazy dreams, fatigue, itchy skin, headaches, and so on. My blood sugars are trending low with the increase in stress and exercise. And the rest of my body seems to be following suit in the craziness.

Rating (0) 0

Email this Comments (0)

One day. I'll learn to start listening to that voice, the one that occasionally gives me advice, the voice that I largely ignore. It's a tiny little internal voice, coming (I presume) from a tiny little internal smart guy. In my imagination, he dresses much better than I do.

Let's call him... Tiny Rob.

Now, to be fair, Tiny Rob has a pretty spotty record. Sure, he may have been the one who sent me to the doctor five years ago, but he's taken more on-the-job vacations since then than George W. Bush. Tiny Rob has left me to my own devices for months at a stretch, only popping by occasionally to ask, "So, what'd I miss?"

Rating (0) 0

Email this Comments (1)

How many times have you been talking to someone about your diabetes diagnosis, and had them respond by saying the following: "You don't look sick!"?

And how many of you have ever rattled off a list of medical conditions to someone, only to have them say "You're too young to have that much wrong with you!"?

I'd be willing to bet just about every one with diabetes or any other invisible illness has heard those lines at some point.  I certainly have.  Admittedly, I find them rather annoying.

Some days, I don't even acknowledge those comments, because I just don't have it in me to deal with them.  Other days, however, I'm not so passive.

Rating (0) 0

Email this Comments (5)