My rant! Your primary doctor who throws you under the bus, and calls you a hypercondriac. For the last 3 or 4 years I would experience days where I felt real bad, like I coming down with a flu. At the time when I first started experiencing this illness I explained to my then primary doctor. This doctor was very understanding and worked with me to find the root of this problem. About a year later this doctor up and left her practice. All her patients automatically rolled over to another doctor at the same office. Well, in the meantime my A1C rose from the upper 6 to 8.5 while under his care. He told me I was not taking care of myself, not eating right, not exercising and not taking my meds. Bull! I was, but why is blood sugars going up! I could eat AIR, and my blood sugars shot up like the Saturn 5 rocket to the moon. Not only my A1C was going up, my weight went up as well. I was frustrated to the max, nothing I did before seemed to be working! Then last November my company was busy making cut-backs. I was offered another position in the company as a service cable tech. Mind you, before I worked as video editor in the company's local origination department.
In January of this year I saw this doctor. I informed him of my job change, and informed him of how I was feeling. The flu like problem was becoming a daily thing. Moving forward to late March and April. The flu problem was getting worse! My wife was becoming very concerned about me because my skin color had changed. She called my doctor to see if I could be worked in. Doctor told her to send me to the ER. I was to point that I was talking out of my head. While she was on the phone with doctor, I made a statement that he overheard over the phone; "damn, I just want to get a gun and blow this headache out of my head!" He thought I was trying to commit suicide. As my wife and I were trying to head out the door for the ER, the sheriffs department called. They wanted to know if it was safe for my wife and if I had a gun. They offered to "transport me to the ER." We arrived to the ER, apparently the doctor had called ahead. The ER were treating me as if I was suicidal. I told the ER doctor what was going on with me, that included losing time while driving. Like having a mini-blackout. ER did blood work, found my sugar was running high and severally dehydrated. The ER doctor wanted to admit me into the hospital for treatment. They were going to put me on the suicide ward! I told them, no thanks, I going home. I was released.
Two days later the doctor was able to see me in his office. I was still feeling real bad, my color was off and could barely walk. The first thing the doctor asked me and my wife, did the sheriff show up at hour house. We both said NO! He then told me nothing was wrong with me and that I did not want to work the job that my company gratefully offered me. Feeling so weak, I looked back at him and said "The way I am feeling right now, how could I do any job let alone the one I am doing now." I did not feel like it safe for me to drive all day with what I was going thru. My doctor ended up sending me to neurologist. I told him what was going on, he was puzzled as to why my doctor sent me to him.
Anyway, under the advice of the neurologist I found another doctor and endocrinologist. The endocrinologist was very, very upset of my prior treatment. My former primary doctor himself was an endocrinologist and he did not see the signs. I was being treated for Type 2 diabetes instead of Type 1. The medications I was on was doing more harm than good. Enodo started me on insulin. Since April my A1C has come down from 8.3 to 6.5 and my weight has dropped as well from 195 to 170. Oh, what comes around goes around. Recently I found out, and it is official, the doctor that "screwed" me, lost his licenses to practice! Sorry for the long detailed rant!
Also talking about the ladder. The doctor that was treating me when I was first diagnosed with diabetes, specifically told me not to climb ladders. Wished I had got him to document that in a written letter.