Well, where do I begin? I went in for my monthly appointment today. New doctor – not sure what I think about her. She was a little too brusque and dismissive for my taste, even though the receptionist said I’d love her. I believe I’d like my money back now. My first impression was so strong that I just may go in Monday and change all of my appointments with her. She dropped a bomb on me, didn’t explain anything to me even when I started crying, and pushed me out the door. I’d rather go to the midwife than go to her. I also got poked for my TB test, after getting poked four times yesterday. Can you tell this isn’t a good day for me?
I have gestational diabetes. Every time I type or say that I start to cry. I’ve been reading up on it at the American Diabetes Association and the Mayo Clinic. And I’m absolutely terrified. The doctor didn’t tell me anything, she just gave me a number to call. Fat lot of good that does me on a Friday afternoon at 4pm. I know it’s not the end of the world, and hopefully it can be controlled with diet and exercise. But I can’t help but wonder if the way I’ve been eating has contributed or if I was just predisposed (both of my grandparents had Type II diabetes).
