Well, this sucks.
Called Endo #3’s office last week to make an appointment for March. She’s the great APRN/CDE physician I found in June last year. I drove home singing happy songs after our first appointment. I saw her again in September and it was another great appointment. She is a definite “I can do this” person. She’s also Type 1.
Well, she’s gone.
I didn’t ask, just stuttered (it’s not the receptionist’s fault) and agreed to see the Endo in that office. I then contacted my Animas contact, and the CDE I love (that insurance won’t pay for). Neither of them had any clue that she was gone, let alone where she’s gone. I’m hoping to find out what happened.
But you know, it sucks. It’s not fair. This finding an Endo thing is the pits. Living in the boonies makes it even worse. There is one endo in the town near us. He was nice. He’s the first person who said “Lada” to me but, his goal was, “We’ll work to keep you from taking shots as long as possible.” AND – wouldn’t do the Lada testing (which I wouldn’t have known about except for the DOC). He said it wouldn’t change my treatment, was expensive and so made no sense. I switched.
Endo #2 (a CDE/APRN) was also pleasant. Did the tests. Changed my diagnosis. But – we just didn’t seem to click. Actually, I think she thought I was a little nuts. Oh well, story of my life. She IS the one who started me pumping, after I asked… She also didn’t do the training and that’s how I ended up working with a CDE in the Diabetes Education Office. We clicked and I’d be happy to work with her but, insurance won’t pay for that as she’s not in an endo’s office. Although, insurance will pay for nutrition appointments…
So now I will see Endo #4. Four physicians in just about seven years. As I’ve written before, I don’t do this – this doctor changing stuff… But… as I learned while raising children, we HAVE to advocate for our children and if we’re going to do that, why not ourselves?
And yup, Christmas was awesome and a lovely day. I ate too much and have the numbers to prove it (and I’m not taking a Dexcom photo!) but as I write this, it’s down to 133 so, not so bad.
Nicest part of the day? Woke up at 59 and had OJ and a cookie at 6am! Merry Christmas to me! See, there is a Santa Claus!
And just for fun. The first year we were married – I called my parents on Christmas morning and asked, “Is it time to get up yet?” I can still hear their laughter.