Goodbye, Dr. Pepper

My therapist had me imagine the worst thing that could happen due to my own lateness. It is that the person waiting might think I’m inconsiderate and use me as an example of an asshole in a TED talk. That’s not so disastrous, but I still get scrambled when I’m not on time.

Twenty minutes late, covered in sand, with a bag of melting ice and Diet Dr. Peppers is how we arrived for our last appointment with our favorite endocrinologist. This doctor diffused my anxiety re lateness, and looming sorrow over saying goodbye, by asking Bubs questions about the beach, and smiling, talking about how her dog has adjusted to living in an extended stay hotel. They also met privately. Teenager.

We will miss her forever. The most important characteristics for a doctor who deals with people face to face: be confident enough that you don’t always need to be telling people things in order to make sure they realize you know a lot, and then exude sincere warmth and caring. It also helps to be young, beautiful, present on social media, and generous with stories about your dog. (If pt. likes dogs.)

All over her Facebook page you can see pictures of patients saying goodbye. The love.

Before leaving the office, we got a nugget from the archives. I asked our doctor if she could look up information from Bubs’s diagnosis, because I either couldn’t remember or was never told those details. She found the information easily, and it turns out it was no big deal.

  • At diagnosis, blood glucose was 580-something.
  • He was not in DKA.
  • His A1c was 9.7.

I am glad to know this. It wasn’t as dire as I’d thought. Nothing ever is. Except for having to say goodbye to the guys’ endocrinologist, which is an utter disaster.