Hi Jeannie. I was already suffering from depression when I was diagnosed T2 in Nov 08. Since then I have lost about half a stone in weight, and got my average blood-sugar levels down from 14 - 18, to between 8 - 11. I have been getting more exercise by borrowing a friends dogs, (had agoraphobic and panic attack problems).
I was starting to feel better after the initial shock of the diagnosis wore off (knocked me for six and really brought me down. Normal reaction I gather.). My practise Nurse and the Diabetic Nurse at the hospital had both said I was doing well and obviously trying my best. Even though I had not made dramatic differences, they praised me for making progress in the right direction. They boosted my mood and were very encouraging.
My Doctor has just destroyed all that. First gave me a hard time for not getting BG levels down lower and faster. Totally dismissed my protest that I thought the progress I've made with BG levels, weight, and exercise was fairly good. Not good enough apparently!! She then waded in about Cholesterol level being high. Turned out she was talking about a blood test taken in Nov 08., at the time my Diabetes was diagnosed. I protested that my changes in eating, exercise and weight might show a different figure now, and she grumpily arranged a new blood-test.
Then she started giving me a hard time about blood pressure! I don't have high blood pressure! I had a minor heart-attack in Nov 2005 (IMO caused by stress and no heart problem symptoms since). At the time the hospital sent me home on the minimum dose of a BP lowering drug, which has continued unchanged, and since then I have not registered a high BP figure.
By then I was starting to feel very pressured and almost bullied! So when she asked if I was still smoking (I am), I just rebelled and said something like " Are you surprised with hassle and pressure like this!!" She went ballistic! Started telling me all the stuff I already know (No need for any of you to tell me too, thank you). She asked if i wanted to die and I told her truthfully that I don't actually want to, but the way I feel about my life right now I don't really care much either way. What with trying to lose more weight, denying myself most of the foods I love (I am chocoholic), having to force myself to get out more when I really don't want to, I sometimes feel it's about the only pleasure I've got left.
So, here I am this morning, feeling very down, stressed and depressed. Smoking like a chimney. Having palpitations at the thought of going out. Feeling like having a cake binge (luckily none in the house). Back to square one.
Well done Doc!! Thanks a bunch for making me feel like this! Done me no end of good - NOT!!!!