Not quite House
Tuesday, 20 June 2006 16:27![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
earthbelow
I delayed posting about my doctor's visit yesterday 'cause I was kind of irked. Wanted a day to think it over.
And I still come to the conclusion that the guy (I'm beginning to rethink my policy on seeing male non-gyno doctors) was like House would be if House was made of *suck* instead of *awesome*.
This guy wants to insist that because of my weight that I have diabetes type 2. Even though I've been tested by another doctor and been clearly told that I *DO NOT*. He also wants to insist that insulin resistance and diabetes type 2 are the exact same thing.
*THEN* after I tell him that the doctor I have been seeing (a gyno) has told me OVER AND OVER that it's not diabetes, but if I don't manage it and eat RIGHT and lose the weight and take care of myself it will *become* diabetes.
So, he takes this little piece of information and procedes to fuss at me for not testing my blood sugar daily with one of those little finger stick thingies.
*DUDE*. I don't have diabetes. I was never *ONCE* ever told that I was supposed do. And I'm not a doctor, so I can't magically predict these things. Thus, bitching at me for it is really kinda pointless.
Oh, and when he did the blood sugar test? My blood sugar was *abso-frickin'-lutely* normal. (95, for the curious, and that was AFTER eating breakfast a couple of hours before). Which sways me to the side of *not* having diabetes. Like the first doctor told me (after many lab tests and a *year* of seeing me).
And despite the fact that I just wanted to talk to him about the sinus congestion issues I've had since March, this guy can't shut up about my weight. We spent all of five minutes talking about the actual issue and the next hour with me listening to him tell me how all the fat people are gonna die.
Oh, and then, the kicker? He prescribes me the following:
1) Over-the-counter Claritin
2) Flonase
3) Singulair
4) A barely legible recipe for salt water to snort up my nose
Not to mention that he goes on and on about how I shouldn't ever drink even *diet* sodas ever again and need to cut milk completely out of my diet. Yeah, 'cause all those people who are saying servings of milk help you lose weight are just *lying*.
He also went on a rant about how the health care system is falling apart and how many hormones and antibiotics and chemicals are in our meat. Then he tells me how much I need to be eating chicken.
I don't even think I'm gonna fill the damn prescription if all he's gonna do are give me things I can get over the counter. I got better things to spend my money on.
He gets to have an angry turtle icon. Loser.
I wish I could go to my gyno for everything. She doesn't say stupid things and *hey* she actually did help me lose weight instead of just bitching at me.
But as The Boy said, "That'd be like going to a plumber to fix your roof."
And I still come to the conclusion that the guy (I'm beginning to rethink my policy on seeing male non-gyno doctors) was like House would be if House was made of *suck* instead of *awesome*.
This guy wants to insist that because of my weight that I have diabetes type 2. Even though I've been tested by another doctor and been clearly told that I *DO NOT*. He also wants to insist that insulin resistance and diabetes type 2 are the exact same thing.
*THEN* after I tell him that the doctor I have been seeing (a gyno) has told me OVER AND OVER that it's not diabetes, but if I don't manage it and eat RIGHT and lose the weight and take care of myself it will *become* diabetes.
So, he takes this little piece of information and procedes to fuss at me for not testing my blood sugar daily with one of those little finger stick thingies.
*DUDE*. I don't have diabetes. I was never *ONCE* ever told that I was supposed do. And I'm not a doctor, so I can't magically predict these things. Thus, bitching at me for it is really kinda pointless.
Oh, and when he did the blood sugar test? My blood sugar was *abso-frickin'-lutely* normal. (95, for the curious, and that was AFTER eating breakfast a couple of hours before). Which sways me to the side of *not* having diabetes. Like the first doctor told me (after many lab tests and a *year* of seeing me).
And despite the fact that I just wanted to talk to him about the sinus congestion issues I've had since March, this guy can't shut up about my weight. We spent all of five minutes talking about the actual issue and the next hour with me listening to him tell me how all the fat people are gonna die.
Oh, and then, the kicker? He prescribes me the following:
1) Over-the-counter Claritin
2) Flonase
3) Singulair
4) A barely legible recipe for salt water to snort up my nose
Not to mention that he goes on and on about how I shouldn't ever drink even *diet* sodas ever again and need to cut milk completely out of my diet. Yeah, 'cause all those people who are saying servings of milk help you lose weight are just *lying*.
He also went on a rant about how the health care system is falling apart and how many hormones and antibiotics and chemicals are in our meat. Then he tells me how much I need to be eating chicken.
I don't even think I'm gonna fill the damn prescription if all he's gonna do are give me things I can get over the counter. I got better things to spend my money on.
He gets to have an angry turtle icon. Loser.
I wish I could go to my gyno for everything. She doesn't say stupid things and *hey* she actually did help me lose weight instead of just bitching at me.
But as The Boy said, "That'd be like going to a plumber to fix your roof."