The last time I visited my doctor, I requested a referral to a nutritionist, partly because I had a few questions I wanted to discuss with a registered health professional specializing in nutrition, and partly because I was hoping to find a support system other than my doctor, who is well-meaning but not necessarily the most motivating person. Yesterday was my first meeting with Janice.
I had my spiel ready. (I’d just come from my new optometrist, who had also heard the spiel since he also seemed very interested in my history.) Diagnosed in spring of ’08, turning point hospitalization in summer, one on one counseling with Diane, struggle for a year, success for a year, new insurance, downward spiral with lack of support from carousel of doctors at Kaiser, beginning to improve again with Doc and Endo in CV, new insurance and hesitancy at choosing new doctor, meds running out at Christmas, critical mass, new new Doc being well-meaning but kind of demoralizing. I got to about, “there was a lovely woman who helped me a lot at the South Bay Clinic who worked with Project Dulce; her name was Diane-” when she said, “Oh! I know Diane! She is a lovely woman! Diane is wonderful! Some people have said we’re like sisters.”
I immediately burst into tears. They were mostly happy tears, but I was pretty much in hysterics for half the session. I didn’t realize how bad I’d missed the support or how hopeless I had been feeling about the whole thing until that moment. And we talked about a lot of the same things Diane and I had talked about. I mean, maybe it’s silly… because a lot of it were things I know. And I do recall having the same feeling of I know what I’m supposed to be doing going in the first time seeing Diane… But I guess I did need help internalizing it, again.
She did tell me a few things about my medication my last endo failed to inform me about… apart from eventually losing its effectiveness, a side effect is hunger and weight gain. YAY. I mean, I had always assumed the weight gain had to do with the sugar metabolizing and going where it’s supposed to rather than sitting in my bloodstream. Which, yeah, that is true. But the hunger thing? News to me. Eating more aggravates the problem in the first place!
Apparently there are other medicines that do not have this side effect and also don’t cause hypos, either, but I would need to talk to an endo.
Well. I really felt good about the meeting. I mean, I hated having to cry it out with a stranger, but it was almost like talking to Diane again, and I guess it was cathartic.