Searching my brain (or what’s left of it) this week, I couldn’t come up with one thing to write about. I could, however, think of several — none of which would make a full blog. Or not that I could determine. So consider this my occasional burst of cleaning out some of the things I have hiding in folders… and in the recesses of my brain.
I sometimes joke that I have a doctor for every part of my body. You may, too. Think about it: When you have diabetes, you need to be proactive in your care to make sure all of those body parts prone to diabetes complications are in good health. Or that complications are caught in the beginning and halted or slowed down.
Therefore, the ophthalmologist checks for retinopathy. The podiatrist makes sure your feet are healthy and free of injury. If your kidneys are spilling protein, a nephrologist works with you to slow down the deterioration. You may have a cardiologist for your heart, a neurologist for nerve damage and a rehab doc to get you going after an injury.
Well, I’ve now gone beyond my body: Today, I will see an infectious disease doc to get rid of that blasted MRSA (which, hopefully, hasn’t spread to a bone or anything).
Yep. I now have a doc for my bacteria.
Many years ago, I went to a party. While there, I borrowed a book from the host. When I returned it, he cooked dinner for me. It was the beginning of a long-lasting love affair. Actually, more than an affair: We’ll be married 34 years in August.
I got lucky, and I’m especially realizing that now. Each morning, he gets up a bit early so he can prepare lunch and snacks to leave with me while he’s at work. When he gets home, he prepares dinner (although I’ve been doing more of that lately). There are the dressing changes, the visits to the doctors, the special treats, and more.
Looking back, it was always so. For example, when I began taking insulin and it finally hit me that I really had diabetes, I was afraid he would leave me. In my defense, it was in the beginning of adjusting insulin and matching doses to carbohydrate. I was stressed and not in the best of moods, but he hung in — even adjusting his meal times to mine.
Anyway, if you have somebody like that in your life, don’t forget to say “thanks.” And make that person his or her favorite meal or something.
I’m curious. If you have Type 2 diabetes, what has your experience been with health-care folks? At diagnosis, did you come away knowing that Type 2 is serious, or was it waved off? Do you feel that you were made to believe having diabetes was your fault? Were you referred to educators to help you with self-management and meal planning? Did those educators tend to tell you what to do, or did they work with you to help you fit your lifestyle into your diabetes care? Were you told to check your blood glucose? How often?
Stuff like that. And yes, I ask a lot of questions. I was fortunate enough to get very good care… er, when I finally got to a good place nine years after diagnosis. (I guess I’ve had it both ways!)
And that’s about all that fell out of my brain during my occasional dusting. I think. I may have had something else in mind, but woke up hypoglycemic and drenched in sweat this morning. Again. I can’t wait to see my endocrinologist next week!