“I don’t see any diabetes in those eyes,”
the doctor said.
Which was reassuring, in a way….
…but also unsettling.
When it comes to diabetes, I’m generally resistant to change. I’ve been using the same insulin, Novolog, for years. I’ve tested with One Touch Ultras since they were introduced as the least-blood-required strip on the market. It took six years of coaxing by doctors to get me to try a pump, and since then, I’ve never used anything but MiniMed pump with a Silhouette infusion set. I even stick the same finger, with the same lancet, over and over for weeks. (OK, that last one is a slight exaggeration. A slight one).
When it comes to my eyes, though, I am a horrible procrastinator and I have no loyalty. My last four dilated eye exams have been by different ophthalmologists in different practices at intervals much longer than the advisable twelve months. It’s a part of diabetes treatment that I really hate. The scheduling of appointments around times when I can get a ride to and from the office. The burning drops, the boring waiting rooms, the blinding light, the blurry afternoons. The prognosis that there are a few micro-aneurysms but, not to worry, because it’s common in people with diabetes. I loathe going to the ophthalmologist (almost as much as I loathe trying to spell it!).