Updates and a (should-be) shameful story

I went to the doctor this week, and apparently in a ‘honeymoon’ phase of my insulin treatment.  This basically means everything is going as it ideally should. Yay! I will go back at the end of December for a new A1c test.  My weight is also holding steady- phew!  I also saw my general practitioner, Doctor Wallace (to whom I have thusly resisted asking if he likes cheese) and got a flu shot and some blood work for my liver- fingers crossed that everything is well there.  Dr. Wallace would not even speculate on possible causes, but since the liver basically processes everything, even a small cold or infection can cause the results that I got.  Which I asked about, and basically if there is an issue with the liver it increases the output of a certain type of enzyme which they can detect through the blood work. He was not worried- which is one thing that I really love about my doctors… not like those alarmists at the NYU Diabetes Management Center.  Hmph!

On that note, I actually did something really terrible there this week… but it’s kind of a funny story.  I went and saw the nutritionist at the NYU Diabetes Management Center, and the appointment had been set up 3 weeks earlier.  They gave me a card with my appointment time clearly labeled, and I went to the appointment at 2:00 on Monday as scheduled.  Aaaand the door was locked and lights were out.  I stood there for a bit, kind of confused and finally knocked.  The nutritionist comes out, looks at my card and tells me there was an error- our appointment is not until 3:00.  She is in her office alone, typing away- no other patients or other people at all.  I let her know that I am missing work for this, and it’s really not okay that they got the appointment time wrong; she suggests I call the office to let them know I am going to be late, as she can’t see me until 3:00.  !!!  There’s a Borders bookstore across the street, and being around books always soothes me, so I go and hang out there for the next 45 minutes, and am back at the office promptly at 3:00- where I again have to knock on the locked door.  The woman let’s me in, and says she will be with me in a minute as she goes back into her office and leaves me in the waiting room/ reference library.  I’m pretty incensed at this point, having already missed an hour of work.  So… I’m sorry mom, you definitely taught me better; but I was looking at the reference cookbooks and somehow ended up with one in my bag.  Yes, I took a cookbook to compensate for my loss of time.  At least, that is how I am justifying my thievery.  I might repent take it back since I am supposed to go back in November; but honestly the meeting was so useless that I may not even go back.  I mean, she looked at my meticulous food log and has all sorts of questions about what I was eating.  Basic questions: what nutritionist does not know what Hummus is?  I know it does not make it right… but I have to be honest- I don’t really feel that guilty.  (and for the record, they had multiples of this book- which also makes me feel not-so guilty).

Happy Friday!