"My Diabetes Brain really takes delight in embarassing me on doctor's appointments, like the time I went so low sitting in his office that my whole time was spent trying to stabilize my blood sugar, depriving me of the chance to talk about an infection that was developing. The nurse came up with some chocolate chip cookies, and I drove home high." http://www.tudiabetes.org/profiles/blogs/my-diabetes-brain
I visited the same doctor and office that I wrote about above on 3/21, followed by routine lab work. His office and the lab are part of a teaching university, so it was no surprise that a student tried to take my blood--tried is the operating word. She couldn't get my blood, but she sure could cause pain! This experience reminded me of the time, decades ago, when I went for a routine blood draw at a different teaching university lab, accompanied by my five year old son. At the time my right arm was frozen at the elbow, stuck at my waist level, by Rheumatoid Arthritis. I was seated, offering my left arm to the student, but she grabbed my right arm and tried to straighten it out--ha! I jumped up, knocking over her tray with her apparatus and someone else's blood all over the floor--broken glass and blood everywhere. My son said, "I don't want any of that!" (It didn't cause him any permanent damage since he grew up to be a doctor.)
Fast forward a few years and we moved to Ohio from New York. Our new home was broken into two weeks after moving into it. Should we get a burglar alarm or a dog? we asked ourselves. We got both, including a Rough Collie and a Sheltie. At that time we didn't know the AKC methods of heeling, that the dog should be on leash, staying at your left side, and matching your speed. I took Rick the Collie hiking many times, letting him pull me with my right arm, and little by little he stretched my still "stuck" arm out straight! Aren't dogs great!
Rick's "physical therapy" is long over. In October, 2013, I dislocated my right shoulder, so I'm still in physical therapy for my arm and shoulder. Shades of the past--I am resigned to one sort of PT or other for the rest of my life. Right now I'm lobbying for some exercise equipment here at home, so that I'm not at the mercy of snow, ice, excessive heat, floods... Naturally I prefer to hike with our Golden Retrievers (properly heeling on my left) to any other exercise. Again, aren't dogs great!