Born, like other comic book characters, out of an otherwise trivial but life-changing animal bite, the Rabid Librarian seeks out strange, useless facts, raves about real and perceived injustices, and seeks to meet her greatest challenge of all--her own life.
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Friday, July 12, 2013
I did, at least, get an appointment
to see an endocrinologist today. I'd seen her years ago, before I was diabetic. She was the one who diagnosed me with insulin resistance. She isn't normally taking new patients unless you go through a screening--apparently they decided I was a case to take on. My appointment is in three weeks. I printed out all my labs to show her and they're sending a packet by mail. I really liked her--she's about my age. I'm tired of being told to increase my insulin by a hair and come back in three months. YKWIA suggested going awhile ago, and I knew he was right, but I guess I was feeling like I would be betraying my general practitioner in some way. But lately I've waited three hours to see him for maybe five minutes, and we didn't seem to be progressing. And it's my body, my health. So it was time to bring in a specialist. I'm also going to speak to a dietitian I know next week about my eating and how I can make better choices. So there is that.
Labels:
Diabetes,
Endocrinologists
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