When I filled out the "get-to-know-you" paperwork for the next new doctor's office I was going to try, I was a little skeptical. Among the questions were things like: "Do you strive for optimal health on a daily basis?" That's kind of a loaded question becuase, really, who doesn't want to be healthy? But we all have *those* days.

Anyway. I looked passed it. I was still a little skeptical, though. Especially when I walked into the office. Granted, I was in one of the swankier parts of town, but there was a waterfall in the waiting room. And the girls at the front desk all had nails as long as their fingers and shirts that said: Got Hormones? or something like that.

I was really starting to have doubts, actually, that this was going to be the kind of place that was going to take things as seriously as I wanted and needed. I think part of the practice was a spa and holistic wellness center that offered nutritional supplements and other "kooky" medicine. I was especially worried after I made an appointment to see the doctor and was scheduled to see a nurse practitioner.

When the nurse practitioner, K, walked in I felt an instant connection. We chatted briefly about why I was there and about my history. Which, as you know, takes some explaining. Instead of arguing with me when I said that I believe I have LADA, K agreed. She thanked me for bringing in print outs from Dex and my pump.

While talking about my diagnosis and LADA, K asked if I had ever had bloodwork to test for type 1. I told her about the Anti-GAD test being negative and that I knew there were other tests we could do. I think she ordered all of them!

All in all it was a very productive and pleasant experience. Enough so that I didn't walk out stark-raving mad and ready to find yet another doctor. I have two follow up appointments, actually; one for an ultrasound on my thyroid and one regular follow up.

And the best part? When K walked out of the room saying she was going to order bloodwork and she'd be right back I asked if someone would call me right away with my A1C results.

"Oh, no. We do that right here in the room with a finger stick," she said. "You'll know before you leave the office."

Fantastic. I'm home.