If you don't believe me, just ask me! ;) You know that my doctor changed my medication about a month ago. It's been about five weeks, and he had instructed me to come back in four-six weeks to see how things are going. I neglected calling last week, but knew I had to this week (I am notorious for not calling for doctors' appointments until I absolutely have to!) - so I called yesterday afternoon. My doctor didn't have any available appointments this week, and since I would be completely out of medicine before his next available time, I agreed to see another doctor in the same office today.
The Lord was in this. The doctor I saw today is a woman who has worked among the First Nations people (same as Native Americans in the US), among whom diabetes is at epidemic proportions; nearly 90% of First Nations people have diabetes. So she knows diabetes better than most general practitioners. She immediately began reviewing my records and added another medicine (of which she gave me samples to last for a month) and gave me samples of one more that may be a help in controlling my post-meal sugar levels. She gave an example of going to a party and knowing there will be cake. I can take this medicine to give me a little extra boost of insulin to cover the cake (from what I understand at the moment). She understood my frustration with the medicine I had been taking for the past couple of years; she herself doesn't like to prescribe it, because it's an older medicine with lots of problems. She also referred me to an endocrinologist (diabetes specialist) who also specializes in women's health issues. When I asked why my regular doctor hadn't done all these things, she replied that most family doctors don't see enough diabetics in their daily practice to know exactly how to treat the disease, and most refer their diabetic patients to an endocrinologist. I love my doctor, but I am so glad that the Lord worked it out for me to see this doctor today, and especially that I'll get to see an endocrinologist. I'm feeling some relief and hope that I can bring this disease under control. In fact, I was almost in tears as I left the doctor's office!
Good news: I've lost three pounds in the past month, without changing much of anything! It's slow, but before changing medicines, I was only gaining, never losing. A slow loss is better than no loss!