I’m truly grateful for the medical care I receive. Every time I go to the diabetes clinic (which is at least 3-4 times a year) I am surprised at the time and effort put into my visit. I never feel rushed and most of my questions are answered, or at least addressed. The team, especially the doctor, seem to take my diabetes very seriously. I am reminded to take my pills, go to the eye doctor and check my blood sugar. Sometimes I am scolded for not being as good as I should be, but it doesn’t really bother me since I know it is me they are looking out for and I really deserve the scolding.
My last visit to the clinic really proved to me how seriously the team takes my condition. Both the endo and the nutritionist/diabetes educator went over all of my numbers, from my pump, glucometer and blood test results, trying to figure out how to change my medication – insulin and oral – to get things back on track.
I was very grateful for the effort they made but at the same time I felt like something was missing. It wasn’t that I needed comforting but I did want them to know how hard I work, and how frustrated I’ve been and how I bombed at the Milano marathon because of my blood sugar (and other stupidities). I wanted them to see me.
There really isn’t any special information I want my medical team to know about me or not know about me. I have no secrets or things I’m ashamed of but, I do wish they would acknowledge how hard it is, and how much time and effort go into those not so good numbers they see on their computers.
If I could have my way I would have my medical team read two or three posts from my blog before my visit. It doesn’t really matter what the posts are about. It’s more about seeing me and getting an understanding of my life, my running, and all of effort I put into my diabetes care.