We were together for so long. We even did long-distance for the past 8 months. He’d send emails with my latest labs, I’d send smiley faces back as a thank-you. I was able to see him every three months, and it felt like we’d never be apart. Until I realized: I live in Portland and I’m still seeing an endo in San Diego. Do I love him and his office and everything they have helped me through in my past 12 years of seeing them? You bet. Is it feasible to keep seeing him when I live a two-plus hour plane ride away? Not at all. I don’t want to call it breaking up, because one day, I might be back in his office. But it is time to see other endos, and preferable one that lives in the same zip code. And man, it is hard to find a new joint when you’ve been spoiled with world-class care at the last place.
Truly, my last endocrinologist was a dream. He was a legend in his field, and his staff was absolutely golden to boot. I didn’t even see the main MD endo there for the last 10 years, but his PA who is also a CDE and one of the most talented practitioners I’ve ever had the privelage of meeting. I miss that office dearly and wish I could box them up and move them right here to Portland but alas, that’s apparently not how medical practices work. Shopping for a new endocrinologist is hard enough in a new city, but this selection carries even more weight because this is the doctor that will very likely be my endo when Jacob and I decide to start a family (and in case that sparked any question marks for you all, I’m drinking a glass of red wine while I write this so nope, it’s not happening all that soon!). This is a provider I will need to count on in the most crucial time of my diabetes management and I need him or her to be awesome. Not adequate, but awesome.
I’ve got a few names to check out from my previous doctors and some locals, and I’m slated to see somebody in early March. This person came highly recomended from a few folks, but you can imagine how my confidence was affected when, after scheduling my appointment, I asked if I should bring my CGM for downloading to the appointment and the nurse said “what is that?” Yikes. I’m not saying every person in the office needs to be a tech genius but if the letters “CGM” sound foreign to you and you work in an endo practice, I get a little worried.
The good news is that I’m in a major city with tons of docs to choose from and plenty of people in this little diabetes world to reach out to for their recomendations. The bad news is that it might take a while, but I’m willing to work at it to find the perfect match for the next chapter in our lives. I hope this office can handle my OCD-oriented Excel spreadsheet logbooks I bring to my appointments. They can be a little….overwhelming. Not everyone has seen a pivot table made out of blood sugars and bolus doses