I had am awful last night. Sugars wouldn’t steady out and that created lack of sleep. This morning I called my familiar doctor and got right in.
I explained to him the swings of my sugars and I told him about my heartbeats waking me up. We talked and he had my last labs faxed from the Kentucky doctor.
I know in my heart, or I should say, I feel something isn’t right. I haven’t felt well for about three months now. The one good thing the doctor said was that my bloodpressure is much better since my last exam in Kentucky.
I gave my doctor the biggest hug I could get by with . He knows me so well inside and out . He knows what triggers my stress. He knows what makes me tick.
He doesn’t push me to have tests I don’t want but maybe need. He respects my thoughts on my not wanting to know if I have cancer or some terminal illness . He realizes the care I have given to many other patients and how that can affect the thinking about life and death and how to handle and endure things.
When I left he gave me a big hug and said he was here for me. This made me feel comforted. I have an appointment with him next month and whatever news I hear, I will have him standing by me.