I gave you the benefit of the doubt. I waited in your ER for 18 hours. I watched as I was served a sugar-filled breakfast the morning after my diagnosis. I stood idly by as a nurse referred to a glucose monitor as an insulin tester. I didn't flinch when it took you 2 days to up my insulin. I didn't blink when two nurses seemed to have different instructions. I sat passively as you said I could be discharged and then retreated, keeping me another night. I figured you'd give me some education eventually, and you did not.
And today, I find out that your nutrionist told me the wrong information. There is no finite amount of carbs I can eat. It is based on insluin dosage, which should not be standard for every meal, you twat.
If I seem angry, I am. speaking to someone who knows what the shit they're talking about was refreshing. I realize it's a teaching hospital, which makes me more nervous for the future of our healthcare.
Unless you have a gunshot wound, a bleeding ulcer, or collapse within a ten yard radius, I suggest you look elsewhere to treatment and education. And if you're going into labor, take a tip from the good Gov. Palin: fly somewhere else.
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I think I pretty much looked like a huge bitch in the hospital -- okay, maybe I could have said, "Um, he's a type one diabetic!" in a less exasperated/frustrated way when Florence told you you may not need insulin with proper exercise -- so I feel oddly vindicated by your "fuck you" to the hospital.
On a less self-centered note. . . I'm glad you're getting an actual education about carbs and eating now. I'm pretty sure GW Hospital's goal is merely to keep you alive in between the time you're discharged and the time when you finally get a doctor/endocrinologist appointment. They don't really care about or even acknowledge how difficult the eating system they outlined for you proves to be in real life, just that you are not in DKA and/or dying.
EPIC COMMENT. I should have a counterblog where I simply comment on your experiences. It will be called I Can Haz Rambling Reflections on An Illness I Myself Do Not Have or Fully Understand.
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