The past week has been filled with some awful doctor’s appointments, and for once, it has had nothing to do with my diabetes. It’s just been a combination of poor, careless, rude, and inept care as well as well feeling like I’ve been mislead and deceived. All of this has resulted in unnecessary pain, both physical and emotional and let’s just say I’ve about had it.
But while the doctor’s appointments were not directly about my diabetes, inevitably, it always comes up. Today’s encounter with the doctor was made even worse by the following conversation.
Doc: Do you take any medications?
Me: Yes I use humalog insulin, I have type 1 diabetes.
Doc: Do you have any complications with your kidneys, eyes, ulcers, nerve damage, etc?
Me: No I don’t.
Doc: About how much insulin do you use a day?
Me: Well, I have a pump, but somewhere between 40-50 units a day.
Doc: And you called yourself a type 1 diabetic?
Um seriously?! I’m sorry, I don’t know if you meant to frame the question like that, but I don’t “call myself” a type 1 diabetic as if I have a choice or am choosing that label, that was the diagnosis that I was given 13 years ago. That is the disease that I live with and manage every day. I was not given a choice of what I “call myself” as if I could choose something else. I don’t call myself a type 1 diabetic, I am a type 1 diabetic.
Me: Yes, I have type 1 diabetes.
He went on to ask a series of other questions related to the purpose of my visit, moving away from the topic of my diabetes. Then out of the blue, he asks, “and you don’t have any damage to your kidneys?”
Excuse me sir!!! You already asked me about complications and I already gave you an answer!! Were you not listening to me? Do you not believe that someone with diabetes can not have kidney damage, is that why you are asking me twice? Maybe that’s what you learned way back when you were in medical school (yes, I’m calling you old), but it is possible to be without complications.
I couldn’t believe this doctor. I could quite possibly be overacting. But seriously, how hard is it to take 3 seconds and think about how the questions you ask and the way you phrase it can affect a person?! The appointment went on to really become the visit from hell for a plethora of other reasons. Blood was lost, tears were shed, and curse words were muttered silently.
Today is wisdom wednesday, and so I feel that I should end this post with a quote that will help me put this stressful and upsetting day behind me and to start fresh again tomorrow. Here’s hoping tomorrow will be better than today.