Moments of Wonderful

…rather than a lifetime of nothing special. A diabetes blog.

Moments of Wonderful - …rather than a lifetime of nothing special. A diabetes blog.

New look and patient advocacy

First of all, I guess you’ve noticed I have a bit of a new look around here. I am pretty proud of myself because I transferred my blog from one hosting platform to another with only one phone call to tech support.

There are a few links I still need to fix and pictures that have disappeared, but overall I am liking the look of the new place. I’m not sure if it changes the feed subscriptions, so if you are viewing this in a reader, please take a minute and let me know in the comments.

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Late last week I woke up with a painful bump on my arm. I hate going to the doctor, so I spent a few days waiting for something to happen. Other than the fact that it continued to hurt, nothing really happened – it didn’t get any bigger or smaller. Sunday afternoon, I finally decided to go to the doctor.

In the triage room of the urgent care center, the nurse starting taking my vital signs and getting all my information. When she found out that I have diabetes, she told me that she had recently been diagnosed with type 2 diabetes. She did not fit the stereotype so I was a little surprised.

At that point, the triage became less about me and more about her. She told me about her recent weight loss and her difficulty in meal planning. She mentioned that she was taking Metformin and because of friends like Rachel, I knew to tell her to get the extended release version to lessen the side effects.

She asked me if I had a good endocrinologist. I told her that I did, and found out that she was going to a doctor in my old practice. I switched from that practice because it is very disorganized and the doctors yell at the nurses in front of patients. I looked up the phone number for my doctor on my phone when she told me that she would get fired if she looked up the number on their computer. Yikes!

Once we were both taken care of in triage, she took me back to the procedure room. The doctor numbed the area and removed the bump. I have to go back in two days to make sure it is healing properly and am taking an antibiotic just in case. Other than the adrenaline spike in my blood glucose from the sight of the needles and scalpel, my diabetes didn’t get involved in my treatment. When I said that my diabetes advocacy looks different than most, I didn’t think it would be during my visit to urgent care.

Category: advocacy, health

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