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I used to have to contend with a resident I've ranted about before, who had blamed everything on the diabetes. Like if I stubbed my toe, it was because of the diabetes, or if I had a compulsion to kill him, it was because of the diabetes. I tried to wise him up and tell him that not everything had to do with the diabetes--like wanting to kill him was more because he was a dick and not because I was diabetic!
It's been since then that the hypothyroidism has cropped up, and that was after complaining for the past three years about how tired and drained I've been. It gives me greater reason to dismiss doctors who aren't prepared to assess me without telling me how overweight I am. (I'm about 40 lbs. overweight--I've lost about 50 lbs. from the highest I've ever been)
Strangely enough, there is an episode of the TV series, House, where this one very, very obese man is adamant that he doesn't have diabetes, and he is right, though there is hardly anyone willing to take him at his word. But I digress....
I finally realized a couple of months ago that I'm in charge of whether I "live or die" and that having a blood test isn't like a regular test, but a means of looking at progression. I was always fairly competitive in school, and I think that behavior crept into my health problems. Doctors aren't always the "enemy" but advisors and guides. You get some bad ones along the way, but it's only personality conflicts ultimately.
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