This morning I had my 3 month Endo appointment. I’ve decided I’m not ready to write about this appointment, yet. Time to process. My A1C was acceptable but elevated by .2% which wasn’t shocking or even surprising. My problem though was with the rushed, interrupted and frankly uncomfortable conversation I had with my doctor today. When I call the situation “not cool”, it is because I apparently cursed so much my first 15 minutes back at my office, that I may be in “time out” the rest of the day.
So, I left my doctor’s office this morning, shaking my head a bit. The wind definitely knocked right smack out of my sails. I started to walk and thought how very much I needed to find a heart (note: if you follow me on Twitter, you get this. I find hearts. The hearts actually just found a new home but only a few have moved there so far. Work in progress people, work in progress). So I started walking. I planned to calm down, shake it off a bit, find a heart, breathe, maybe grab a bite to eat and hop on the subway.
I never stopped for a snack, I realized the Upper East Side of Manhattan has a distinct lack of graffiti (especially on Madison Avenue), and I walked close to 50 blocks before I found this glorious yellow heart:
While I attempt to wrap my head around today’s appointment, I leave you with the following from my post-endo walk:
Somehow an inflatable giraffe wearing a fancy masquerade mask did cheer me a bit.