Yesterday we had our regular clinic appointment…a day dreaded by mother and son for none of the obvious reasons. We simply find it rather boring. Because Mom is a bit obsessed, learns a lot, and surrounds herself with diabetes experts, diabetes clinics rarely have much new information to offer us. I also make it my job to educate my son so again, he is not often shown anything that he hasn’t already heard about. I will say that the people at the clinic are pretty respectful of this but we still must wait to see the required list of people…and we are easily bored.
Yesterday was no exception…except when the doctor came in. She asked my son his age and then asked me to leave the room! Wow! I have never been kicked out before! Well from kindergarten but not a doctor’s appointment!
I know that he needs to learn to speak for himself and to communicate with his diabetes team. He needs to know his rates and we are working to get him to understand where to make changes and how….BUT my son is super quiet! Don’t get me wrong, once he knows you and is comfortable it is impossible to keep him quiet but for the most part he is very reserved and mumbles one word answers. How was this going to work?
I paced the floor outside of the examining room. The support staff looked at me and said “Kicked out, huh?” I smiled and nodded. This was obviously a common practice. As I paced, and worried that she would get no information out of him. I realized how important this was. He needed to speak up on his own now before he reaches 18 and sees a new doctor. I try to make him answer questions when we see his team but often he defers to me. This one on one session would make him answer the questions.
It seemed like I was wearing a hole in the floor. What were they talking about? Were they getting to talks of sex, drugs, alcohol and diabetes? That would be good…not that I want my son engaging in any of those activities, especially at his young age, but I don’t know enough about them to talk to them from a diabetes angle.
Finally he came to door and beckoned me back in. I tried not to be too obvious in my relief. As I sat down, she turned to me for all of the basic information that my son could not provide…basal rates, carb to insulin rates, etc. For some reason under the pressure of having to do it with a relatively new doctor in his presence, he had forgotten where to find the relevant details.
I gave her the information she wanted. She signed our DTC form without a second glance and refilled a prescription she had given my son during his last visit. After she left, while waiting to see the other members of the team, my son expressed his approval of this doctor. Not only was she a nice person (and she is a nice looking lady which I am sure is not lost on a 15 year old male), she also told him that since he had great control he could forgo having his annual blood work. She was a star in his eyes! I hope he realized that it was the hard work of maintaining good blood glucose control that allowed her to give him that reprieve. Either way…my little boy is growing up! Where has the time gone? I am guessing I will be kicked out on a regular basis now….