….at least for THIS week.

She’s cute and everything, petite & whatnot, good at what she does but I’m not feeling warm NOR fuzzy about it. Nope. I’m not. But we gon’ learn to coexist. For this week anyway. Perhaps it’s just a temporary thang. Time will tell.

So…got my labwork back AND an invite to come back for a visit this week (today). Based on the info, I knew where the conversation was headed. On the card they sent to me with the results, the Doc asked if I’d fasted before coming in last week. Now, I really don’t remember but I doubt it since I’d been up for hours before the actual appointment. And the fact that no one asked me to. So when making today’s appointment, I asked SPECIFICALLY - “Do I need to fast?”.

*Crickets*

I fasted anyway. AND wore short sleeves so I wouldn’t have to fight with Bro. Foine and have him play “hand games” with me. So the nurse calls me back, has me put my stuff in a room and weighs me which I thought was strange cause I was weighed last week. No biggie. Until she decides to TELL ME what I weigh. I started laughing and told her she truly could have saved that to tell Jesus cause I sho’ didn’t ask. Why you think I got on the scale facing the other way? LOL

We go back in the room and she takes my blood pressure. I *thought* she said 176/80 so my head snaps around so fast, there’s fire in the breeze. She clarifies what she said and we breathe a sigh of relief and chitchat a few minutes. She then walks to the door and says, “Dr. W will be in –”

I stop her. “Dr. Who?”

Her: “Dr. W. Isn’t that your doctor?”

Me: “She was. But I specifically made this appointment with Dr. Z. That’s who I saw last week & who I requested this week.”

Her: “So who’s been treating you for diabetes?”

Me: *BLINK BLINK*

Her: “Oh.”

So now the elephant that was in the room finally exhales and stops trying to press herself into that tiny little corner. Now, make no bones about it - I knew going it that “diabetes” would be the discussion point but still…

Me: “Well, since I’d not been diagnosed before today, no one. Yes, Dr. W WAS my doctor but I asked for Dr. Z.”

(Dr. W’s a good doc but um, I’m not really feeling her. Haven’t been for some time now. Which is why I asked for Dr. Z. I like him - he takes his time explaining things, he LISTENS, and dude breaks it D-O-W-N.)

The nurse thumbs through my file and then says, “Ooooo! They had your file in box 123 so I just grabbed them all and brought the patients back here.”

I am cracking up at how she has gone straight gangsta, kidnapping patients for HER doctor. I ask her if she’s working on commission as she heads out the door to get this sorted out. She’s still laughing and the other nurses are like, “Ms. Young’s here isn’t she?”. LOL What? Can I help it if I like to laugh? AND it was funny.

So Sistah Nurse comes back in, apologizes, tells me it’s not the first time she’s done that (see? straight gangsta!), and that I can see Dr. Z. Today. BUT they don’t flipflop or trade patients.

Me: *blink blink*

So, let me get this right. Not only does the nurse KIDNAP patients….she holds them “hostage”.

Me: “What do you mean, you don’t “flip flop” patients? What happens if I WANT to be Dr. Z’s patient?”

Now it’s her turn to blink. LOL

She walks me around to Dr. Z’ exam rooms as Dr. Z’s going into another one. He laughs and says, “We’ll get you straight before it’s over with.”

I laugh back and tell him I’m not concerned about ME being straight but THEM. LOL He peeks his head in and ask if I fasted. I ask him if he told me to. LOL

Dude is like, “I’m just asking.” so I let him off the hook and assure him that even though no one TOLD me to, yes - I had indeed fasted to which he quips, “I love you.” I tell him to take a number. LOL

His nurse comes in to take my blood sugar. I hate those needles..*sigh* So she takes it and then goes, “Hmmmm” and turns to leave the room. I’m thinking, “WTH? I know she’s not going to just grunt and then leave the room” so I stop her for the breakdown. We have a little convo and then the doc comes in.

My convo with him went something like this: he explains the whole diabetes thing - the factors; pre-diabetes; classes; monitoring for a week; etc. etc. Honestly? I wasn’t very focused. Having been through this before, he’s not phased. He gives me some details, asks about my eye sight, weight, and water. He pops up to check my ears, throat and then listens to my heart.

Him: “Hmmm….Take a deep breath. Hold it. Ok, let it out.” He moves the stethoscope and we repeat. Again. Again. “Ok, Nurse S is gonna come back in and show you how to use the monitor.”

We go thru the monitoring exercise with me successfully making myself bleed. She takes me down to the end of the hall where Brother Foine (remember him? The “Dreaded Okey-Doke”?) is located and tells me she’ll meet me back upfront after I’m done with my appointment info for other tests Dr. Z requested.

I’m looking at Bro. Foine sideways today. He’s trying to be all charming. Dude, I’m not falling for it. Pick an arm and let’s get this over with. We do what we need to do, clean ourselves up and part ways. And guess what? He ain’t even all that foine. LOL

So now I’m coupled up with a glucose monitor (gives a WHOLE new meaning to “Pick a finger!”), and I still don’t know what’s causing my tummy ache which is where all this began. LOL

Anywho, it’s a beautiful day here in “Rich-town”. Sunny. Fairly warm. And I am playing hookie. Gonna head off in a couple of hours to see Princess So Fabulous. She’s learning to play the violin and they have a “concert” tonight so Favorite Aunt Jackie is going to attend. 5th graders and string instruments. The things we do for love! You may begin praying now. LOL

Enjoy the rest of your day!!

Live DELCIOUSLY!

~J~