So, I had my endo appointment today (delayed more than a month because of camp, but that’s another story) and most of my labs are good (except my vitamin d). My A1C is at 5.6, which is great, and I feel good. My endo complimented me, said I was doing good.
And then he told me he’s closing his practice. :insert shocked face:
This is the guy who diagnosed me in the hospital (well, I was in DKA, so it was kind of obvious what the problem was, but he’s the one who did the tests and confirmed T1) and came by at around 1am to tell me “You have type 1 diabetes. You will be on insulin for the rest of your life.” I must not have looked convinced, because he told me the same thing at least twice more (to his credit, I may not have heard it the first time, I was really out of it).
He didn’t leave me in the lurch. He faxed my records to another endocrinologist. But I’m going to miss him. He is willing to sign letters of medical intent (I wrote it, he signed and faxed it) and even though he was hesitant at first, he is willing to write the prescriptions I wanted. He is willing to talk over any questions I have (even when there’s a whole crowd of patients waiting) and didn’t push statins at me (my LDL is at 108–I’m not taking a statin drug that has a great chance of boxing my liver (my dad has liver problems directly related to cholesterol meds)) and didn’t mess with me when I told him what I was doing with my diabetes care.
Hopefully, my next endo is as enlightened. I’m going to see if my PCP will take over writing prescriptions, and take over the vitamin d thing.
I should probably at least meet her and see if we get along. After all, if something weirdly diabetic happened to me, I’d want to have an idea of whether I would trust this new endo. But it can wait a while.
Because I walked out of there with prescriptions for the next six months. :insert happy face: