Friday was my first appointment with my second endocrinologist in my new town. The appointment got off to a bit of a rough start, but I think I found my doctor.
I strongly prefer to schedule my appointments as early as possible in the morning because I hate to wait. The fewer appointments that occur before I get there, the less chance the doctor has to get behind schedule. For this appointment, I had to take the first available, and it was just after lunch time. They sent me 10 pages of medical history to fill out and specifically requested I arrive 15 minutes ahead of my appointment time, so I was hopeful that everything would stay on schedule.
Unfortunately, the waiting room was full (it was a medical practice with a few different doctors) and I waited a half hour past my appointment time (45 minutes total). Then the nurse took me into the room and did all the basic vitals and after she left I waited another 30 minutes before the doctor came in the room. It wouldn’t have been so bad if I wasn’t holding something in just in case they needed a sample of it (if you know what I mean).
The next few minutes were pretty normal – the doctor was happy with my A1c and made one small basal adjustment. But then something happened to me that has never happened before in ten years of diabetes and six different endocrinologists.
He asked me to put a gown on.
I texted a few friends with diabetes while I was supposed to be changing to ask if it was normal, and so far, of everyone I asked, no one has put a gown on at the endo before.
When the doctor got back in to room, I told him that the gown was a first and he was shocked.
“You’re a new patient aren’t you?”
“Yeah, but I’ve been a new patient a bunch of times before and no one has ever done this.”
“Well I was trained in South Africa and in Boston so maybe that’s the difference.”
“Yes. You know about Joslin?”
“Ummm, I think most people with diabetes know about Joslin.”
At that point he made me stop talking to he could listen to my chest.
The downside of his thoroughness is that he sent me home with an orange jug to be used later in the month and I have to return later today for an ultrasound to check on something else (not an emergency but I just wanted to get it done as soon as possible).
In the past I have found that if my A1c is in a “good” range, the doctor basically skims over everything else probably assuming everything else is fine too. It was actually refreshing to spend time with an endocrinologist who is awkwardly thorough in his care.