I open this thread so that we can count our experiences here with doctors, both good and bad.
It turns out that yesterday I met a well -known gypsy mine, Maite, who has diabetes, I suppose what type 2. Maite, although some more appears, I do not think he is even 40 years old.He had gestational diabetes with his third daughter and since then is diabetic.Whenever we see each other, we chatting for a while.She asks me for Celia and tells me things.Well yesterday I got angry, not with her, but with the doctor who carries her, who is a traca:
Maite told me that he was not right, that he had high sugar.How high?I asked him.Well, two hundred, or two hundred and peak.But after eating?Nooo, fasting in the morning, which is when I sent me to measure myself.
My mother, and hasn't it changed to insulin?Well no.He told me that as long as I didn't have three hundred, I didn't worry.
The mother who p !!!!
I told him that it was very dangerous to walk with those figures already fasting.That he asked for a steering wheel for the specialist and that it was clear that with the pills it was not enough.He told me that she was not worried about puncturing, because she already did it in pregnancy, but that the doctor did not give importance to the two hundred on an empty stomach.
Total, I asked him to seriously changed as a doctor, because that unpresentable was going to leave her shit.
These things take me out of what.How can a doctor say that with two hundred and fasting nothing happens?It is to report it.What a bad milk.
Well, health!