Today we’re going to share our most memorable diabetes day. You can take this anywhere…. your or your loved one’s diagnosis, a bad low, a bad high, a big success, any day that you’d like to share.
My first thought was to write about the time that I woke up to EMTs over me then decided not to. Instead, I decided to write about the day that I started insulin back in 1984. I have had some really bad experiences with doctors this last year and that day back in 1984 is a very good reminder that there really are good doctors out there.
At the time, I worked in DC and went to see a doctor within walking distance from my office. He was an internist but one of his partners was actually an endo so I got lucky when referred to his office by a co-worker. He suggested putting me in the hospital but I really didn’t want to do that. I guess I hated hospitals even back then!
I went to his office to be started on insulin. I was very upset that morning. The nurse was supposed to give me my first shot of insulin and although she managed to get me calmed down, my being in tears made her upset. By the time she got me calmed down, she didn’t want to give me the shot without my talking to the doctor. Unfortunately, the doctor had an emergency at the hospital that morning and was not in the office. She put me back out in the waiting room until he got back from the hospital.