I had an eye appointment today to check out the blood vessels in my left eye, which my regular eye doc thought looked damaged and so sent me to a specialist.
If one more doctor tells me to 1.) lower my sugars 2.) lose some weight and 3.) exercise, I swear I going to rip his bloody throat out. If I could cast a spell and give these assholes a week of Type I Diabetes, I would.
I. Swear. To. Gawd.
I could've schooled him, but what's the point. He doesn't know that I've been struggling with insulin doses for a quarter of a century (including a pump for 3 years): the highs, the lows, the shakes, the sweats, the comas, the fear of fucking dying. He doesn't know I had gastro surgery 10 years ago and lost 100 lbs. over 2 years. That I had to go through almost of year of preparation and counseling in order to get the surgery. And yes, I've gained 40 of it back. Why? Hell if I know. My stomach is still the 2 oz size it was when I lost the weight. He sure as shit doesn't know that my husband and I have been working out at a gym for more than nine months and paid a trainer a tidy sum of money work our butts off.
So he glibly says this shit to me as he's exiting. I roll my eyes. Yeah, yeah. You know, you seemed pretty decent during the exam but now you're just a goddamn moron.
I see Dr. Moron is 6 mos. I think I will explain to him how his off the cuff comments set me off. He's not my diabetes doc, he's a eye specialist. He can keep his opinions on my health habits to himself, or at least ask me what my health habits are.
Oh, and did you know that STRESS plays a huge part in high blood sugars? Indeed, when the body is stressed the liver sends more glucose to the blood stream so that the body can do that fight or flight thing. More glucose in my blood is not what I need. At all.
Have a lovely weekend.