As I’m working my way through this whole medical saga, I’m finding it very aggravating to deal with the 5,001 flavors of doctors.
I met with the endocrynologist yesterday to finally get *my* menopause related questions addressed a year after we started, and I spent most of that hour being berated and chastised because *I* didn’t communicate with specificity. To the level of a doctor.
She was quizzing me on what I “thought” I knew, and she was obnoxious. “Well, I know that 4 (carbs) equals 1 tsp of sugar.”
“Grams. 4 GRAMS of carbohydrates equals 1 tsp of sugar.” she corrected. She even did the eye-rolling thing, which really ticked me off.
Apparently, while I have my blood sugar under “reasonable” control, I test “too much”, so she’s only (and finally) given me a prescription for 50 test strips a month. At $86 or so for out of pocket savings, I’ll take it. Too little, too late, in my humble opinion, though.
Apparently, I *cannot* be having blood sugar crashes – even though I feel crappy if my blood sugar falls below 90 – as one can only have a “crash” if one is on blood sugar medicine.
Seriously? I feel like crap, and that’s perfectly reasonable because it’s not technically a crash? Humphhhhh….
The kicker was when I asked about a small mass on my adrenal glands (which all the medical literature says is “nothing”, but which I wondered if it was contributing to my exhaustion), and she went off on my pulmonologyst. Said he was “neglectful”. Implied he was incompetent, and that no one was as smart as she.
That’s it. I’ve known this Sheldon Cooper-like bimbo for almost a year of crappy care, and I’ve known my pulmonolgyst for 22+ years, and *he’s* the incompetent one?
Not hardly. Allowing me to participate in my own care is anything but incompetent in my humble opinion.
Time to go research alternative doctors.
This one’s got on my last nerve.