I know this is long winded but needed to get it off my chest before my head exploded.
When I joined this forum I didn't really have any intention of ever posting, simple reason being I didn't feel I needed to talk about anything and just wanted to pick up diet tips and such however that's all changed the last few weeks.
I was diagnosed in February; I'd never been to hospital since I was 15 some 30 years ago when I fell of my bike and needed some stitches. I'd never been to the doctor for 20 plus years since I'd been for a medical for a job interview and they said I should go to my doctor, my doctor did a medical and found nothing wrong with me. Anyway one night in February I was having stomach pains so went to hospital where they said I have a fast heartbeat and wanted to keep me in, well they did a few tests and found my blood sugar was high. They actually clocked it at 20 but the nurse didn't write it down so the first written count was 16.
So why am I posting this? Frustration simple bloody frustration with the medical profession, it's as though none of them are singing from the same hymn sheet.
Firstly I go to a health centre and so far I've seen 3 different doctors, the first doctor was okay gave me a prescription for 2 metformin a day and sent me for a blood test (I'll get to the other doctors). The next person I saw was the practice nurse who measured me and weighed me, I forgot how much I weighed but it must have been around the 17st mark anyway reason I forgot the weight was because she said I was 5ft 8 1/2in reason why that stuck in my head was I always thought I was 5ft 10in so she gave me a photocopied sheet telling me what I could and couldn't eat. Personally thought I'd have got more information but alas no.
I then went for my first eye exam which was ok, bit nervous at first as my big fear is people messing with my eyes. May sound stupid but I probably fear death less than I do people touching my eyes, anyway that result goes to the doctors and I get to see my second doctor who prescribes me 3 metformin per day and sends me for another blood test I also go for my second eye test the one where they pump yellow fluid into you. That didn't go great, firstly the nurse gives me this list of stuff that can go wrong and tells me to sign it she then takes my blood sugar level and it's 11.1 she says it's still high but I'm thinking it's gone down from 20 to 11.1 in a few weeks but at this stage I'm getting a bit panicky, she then takes my blood pressure and says its high well to be honest no wonder she’s just told me I could have fits or pass out with this injection and then takes my blood pressure.
I then get to go to my first foot exam, they do the test and they tell me I have some hard skin on my foot but should be okay if I out cream on it. The lady who saw me was great put me at ease not only with my feet but also spoke to her about my blood sugar reading and such whilst she was checking my feet, she reckons that the best thing is for it to gradually go down rather than plummet like a stone so I go away happy for the first time.
My happiness does take a knock when they say I need laser surgery, petrifies me honestly does. So I cancel the appointment and ask to talk to a doctor about the procedure, they agree. My happiness really takes a body blow when I see the practice nurse for the second time, she states I have problems with my feet, I then tell her the foot doctor said I only had to go for an annual check she replies with "but you have problems with your feet". She then states I have problems with both eyes but the person who has arranged for me to talk about the laser surgery says it's only my right eye, she then weighs me and I come out fighting as I've lost over a stone in weight great I think maybe some praise and not the depression she seems intent on piling on me nope instead she informs me I'm 5ft 7in wow wait a minute lets back track a few weeks ago. Yes I was 5ft 8 1/2in but I've lost 1 1/2in how the heck do I shrink that much in a few weeks. She then gives me my latest reading which is 8, get in there even taking away the unregistered 20 my first registered score was 16 I've halved it can't be bad, the nurse of doom however doesn't share my joy as she informs me she wants it to be 7 but wait 8 is next to 7 but in her logic it's at least a thousand numbers away so the joy is short lived anyway I feel like I've been in the ring with not only Mike Tyson but Frank Bruno and she hits me with let’s take your blood pressure, oh that's high, I wonder why. I could have actually told her it would be high as I could feel it popping out of my head.
As a finale she asks me do I suffer from depression, no but seeing you is making me lose the will to live so she makes me an appointment with my third doctor about my blood pressure.
I visit my third different doctor who prescribes me 4 metformin per day along with an aspirin and another tablet for my blood pressure, he then looks at my last blood test and informs me my cholesterol is fine, yeah one in the top corner for the Clayman but he may have to prescribe tablets for it. Hang on a minute doc you said it's fine but you’re thinking of giving me tablets for it, this some kind of game you’re playing give him as many tablets as you can and see how loud he rattles so he decides another blood test is in order.
So a couple of days ago I go for my blood test, now don't get me wrong going for the blood test is fine in fact they're probably the nicest people I've met so far on the diabetic road. Well now I'm a couple of days away from my laser surgery, I decided to go ahead with it after seeing the eye doctor about it I'm still scared stiff about it but needs must. Then I have to go and see probably my fourth doctor about my blood test, there's actually five doctors at the health centre so I'm after the full set who knows I may get a personalised pill holder if I see all five.
So now I've bored you I'll sum up, I'm tired of seeing a different doctor each time as It's seems like they're trying to outdo each other with how many tablets they can give me, the practice nurse puts the fear of god in me on what doom and gloom she will hit me with next. The eye surgery tomorrow scares me, I get flashes in my head that just as he presses the fire button I get up and chin him and he takes of my right ear off with the laser. All in all I've seen and spoken to around a dozen people in the medical profession since I was diagnosed as diabetic and not once have two of them said the same thing, they all say different things. I feel frustrated and think no wonder my blood pressure is high.
Don't get me wrong I'd love people to reply but this was just to get things off my chest, I can't really talk to family because despite how many times they say to people that we are a close family we aren't really. And if you aren't bored with what I've written above you'll understand I don't feel at ease with talking to any of the medical profession, in fact apart from the nurse's who take my blood who would probably call for security if I started pouring my heart out so your kind of my last hope
When I joined this forum I didn't really have any intention of ever posting, simple reason being I didn't feel I needed to talk about anything and just wanted to pick up diet tips and such however that's all changed the last few weeks.
I was diagnosed in February; I'd never been to hospital since I was 15 some 30 years ago when I fell of my bike and needed some stitches. I'd never been to the doctor for 20 plus years since I'd been for a medical for a job interview and they said I should go to my doctor, my doctor did a medical and found nothing wrong with me. Anyway one night in February I was having stomach pains so went to hospital where they said I have a fast heartbeat and wanted to keep me in, well they did a few tests and found my blood sugar was high. They actually clocked it at 20 but the nurse didn't write it down so the first written count was 16.
So why am I posting this? Frustration simple bloody frustration with the medical profession, it's as though none of them are singing from the same hymn sheet.
Firstly I go to a health centre and so far I've seen 3 different doctors, the first doctor was okay gave me a prescription for 2 metformin a day and sent me for a blood test (I'll get to the other doctors). The next person I saw was the practice nurse who measured me and weighed me, I forgot how much I weighed but it must have been around the 17st mark anyway reason I forgot the weight was because she said I was 5ft 8 1/2in reason why that stuck in my head was I always thought I was 5ft 10in so she gave me a photocopied sheet telling me what I could and couldn't eat. Personally thought I'd have got more information but alas no.
I then went for my first eye exam which was ok, bit nervous at first as my big fear is people messing with my eyes. May sound stupid but I probably fear death less than I do people touching my eyes, anyway that result goes to the doctors and I get to see my second doctor who prescribes me 3 metformin per day and sends me for another blood test I also go for my second eye test the one where they pump yellow fluid into you. That didn't go great, firstly the nurse gives me this list of stuff that can go wrong and tells me to sign it she then takes my blood sugar level and it's 11.1 she says it's still high but I'm thinking it's gone down from 20 to 11.1 in a few weeks but at this stage I'm getting a bit panicky, she then takes my blood pressure and says its high well to be honest no wonder she’s just told me I could have fits or pass out with this injection and then takes my blood pressure.
I then get to go to my first foot exam, they do the test and they tell me I have some hard skin on my foot but should be okay if I out cream on it. The lady who saw me was great put me at ease not only with my feet but also spoke to her about my blood sugar reading and such whilst she was checking my feet, she reckons that the best thing is for it to gradually go down rather than plummet like a stone so I go away happy for the first time.
My happiness does take a knock when they say I need laser surgery, petrifies me honestly does. So I cancel the appointment and ask to talk to a doctor about the procedure, they agree. My happiness really takes a body blow when I see the practice nurse for the second time, she states I have problems with my feet, I then tell her the foot doctor said I only had to go for an annual check she replies with "but you have problems with your feet". She then states I have problems with both eyes but the person who has arranged for me to talk about the laser surgery says it's only my right eye, she then weighs me and I come out fighting as I've lost over a stone in weight great I think maybe some praise and not the depression she seems intent on piling on me nope instead she informs me I'm 5ft 7in wow wait a minute lets back track a few weeks ago. Yes I was 5ft 8 1/2in but I've lost 1 1/2in how the heck do I shrink that much in a few weeks. She then gives me my latest reading which is 8, get in there even taking away the unregistered 20 my first registered score was 16 I've halved it can't be bad, the nurse of doom however doesn't share my joy as she informs me she wants it to be 7 but wait 8 is next to 7 but in her logic it's at least a thousand numbers away so the joy is short lived anyway I feel like I've been in the ring with not only Mike Tyson but Frank Bruno and she hits me with let’s take your blood pressure, oh that's high, I wonder why. I could have actually told her it would be high as I could feel it popping out of my head.
As a finale she asks me do I suffer from depression, no but seeing you is making me lose the will to live so she makes me an appointment with my third doctor about my blood pressure.
I visit my third different doctor who prescribes me 4 metformin per day along with an aspirin and another tablet for my blood pressure, he then looks at my last blood test and informs me my cholesterol is fine, yeah one in the top corner for the Clayman but he may have to prescribe tablets for it. Hang on a minute doc you said it's fine but you’re thinking of giving me tablets for it, this some kind of game you’re playing give him as many tablets as you can and see how loud he rattles so he decides another blood test is in order.
So a couple of days ago I go for my blood test, now don't get me wrong going for the blood test is fine in fact they're probably the nicest people I've met so far on the diabetic road. Well now I'm a couple of days away from my laser surgery, I decided to go ahead with it after seeing the eye doctor about it I'm still scared stiff about it but needs must. Then I have to go and see probably my fourth doctor about my blood test, there's actually five doctors at the health centre so I'm after the full set who knows I may get a personalised pill holder if I see all five.
So now I've bored you I'll sum up, I'm tired of seeing a different doctor each time as It's seems like they're trying to outdo each other with how many tablets they can give me, the practice nurse puts the fear of god in me on what doom and gloom she will hit me with next. The eye surgery tomorrow scares me, I get flashes in my head that just as he presses the fire button I get up and chin him and he takes of my right ear off with the laser. All in all I've seen and spoken to around a dozen people in the medical profession since I was diagnosed as diabetic and not once have two of them said the same thing, they all say different things. I feel frustrated and think no wonder my blood pressure is high.
Don't get me wrong I'd love people to reply but this was just to get things off my chest, I can't really talk to family because despite how many times they say to people that we are a close family we aren't really. And if you aren't bored with what I've written above you'll understand I don't feel at ease with talking to any of the medical profession, in fact apart from the nurse's who take my blood who would probably call for security if I started pouring my heart out so your kind of my last hope