When I was diagnosed with type 2 Diabetes in July of 2012, I wasn’t surprised. With my family’s history I was kind of expecting it, I had just hoped it would be later. Many years later.
What did surprise me was the immediate actions and instructions from my doctor’s office.
Like the fact that there really weren’t any.
My appointment had been in the morning, and I got the call just after lunch.
”Diabetes…blah, blah, blah, come in soon to get your glucometer and the nurse can show you how to use it blah, blah, blah…”
I explained we were leaving for vacation the next day. “That’s ok, come in when you get back.”
So a week later I went in to my doctor’s office, to the check-in desk, told them what I was there for, and the lady went in the back for a couple of minutes, then comes back with a One-Touch glucometer and a prescription for test strips and sends me on my merry way before I can even muster a “Hey, what the f- hell am I supposed to do with this stuff…”
This was not going like I had anticipated.
I was having trouble with the whole concept of “Now I’m Diabetic” anyway, and here I am being tossed out on the street with a glucose meter that I had no idea how to use. I sat in my car in the parking lot for a few minutes trying to understand what had happened and reconciling that with what I remembered from the earlier phone conversation. I was confused, I was scared, I was feeling lost.
I called my wife as I was driving back to work. I should explain here that my wife is an RN. Thank God for her.
I explained what happened, and she said “What? I’ll call them.”
A few minutes later she called me back. “It’s ok, I know how to use those, I’ll show you. We have an appointment scheduled with an Endo…”
“An Endocrinologist, and a Dietician, and blah, blah, blah…”
See? Thank God for her. She is my guardian Angel. I would have been so lost without her.
She said my doctor’s nurse apologized, there was miss-communication, etc.
And so began a month of appointment after appointment after appointment, and my wife was there beside me the whole time.
But I couldn’t help but feel lost. The whole thing felt- still feels– uncoordinated, unorganized. Surely I can’t be the first/only person to feel this way? I guess though, as wacky as this damn disease is, it was a good introduction.
“Get ready- everything’s screwy from here on out!” that’s what Diabetes would say if it could talk.