“Celebrate endings, for they precede new beginnings.” —Jonathan Lockwood Huie
After 6ish very scary months without health insurance, I finally got HMO through my employer. It may not be the best when it comes to choosing my own doctors, but at least now I can get my tests done and don’t worry about emergencies without coverage. The downside? I have to switch endocrinologists, and that makes me very, very sad.
I think I’m one of the first patients my endo had at the practice where he is now. Very sweet, caring and encouraging man. When my A1C hasn’t been the best, instead of asking me what I did wrong, he found ways to help me figure out how to improve my numbers. When he knew that I was depressed, he gave me a referral to one of the best psychiatrists in town. When he found out I didn’t have health insurance, he tried his best to keep an eye on me through my primary care doctor (who, unfortunately, I have to say goodbye to as well). So I’m going to miss Dr. B… a lot!
But this is the story of my life. I’ve been on the move for the last 14 years, switching doctors. I think I’ve been to a total of 6 different endocrinologists and I’ve been lucky with them. And now it’s endo lottery again! Should I be excited? I’m rather bummed, but also thankful to have health insurance. I will never understand how a country like the U.S. has such a faulty health coverage system… don’t get me started on how much I have to pay for this, but I’m glad I have it.
I’m not sure what my A1C will be. I’m sure it won’t be the shiny 5.9 I got last time, but at least I know that I’ve been trying my best to take care of myself.