I decided that it was finally time to return to the doctor and today was that day. I had scheduled this appointment last month and here we are. I was supposed to have gone for this diabetes check-up back in December, but that appointment got canceled because my doctors keep leaving the medical group, leaving me to scrabble for another doctor within the network. So today's visit was with my third doctor in as many years. We'll see how long she stays.
I'm healthy, for the most part, anyway. I'm still diabetic. I still have weight to lose. I still have spinal stenosis, though I'm not currently experiencing any flare-ups at the moment, so that's a plus. Everything looks good for the moment. I go to the lab on Monday for a blood draw. I'll be fasting for that, so that'll be fun. I anticipate that my A1C will be under 6.0. Last summer, my A1C was 5.7. Either way, I don't think that I've kicked this diabetes thing just yet. I find it interesting that my doctor was surprised to discover that I'm taking 2,000mg of metformin daily. I told her that this has been my metformin dosage since I was first diagnosed in January 2020. She didn't bother to change my dosage, so I remain on that 2,000mg of daily metformin. That means that my safety net remains intact and I can still drink that occasional full-strength and sugar-laden Mountain Dew.
I had to leave work early to get to that doctor appointment. I found it cute that Morie had the gall to ask me if I was coming back to the office after my appointment. In my head, the reply was very clear:
Uh, no.
My actual reply wasn't as succinct.
I'm seeing a new doctor today and she might keep me longer than usual, to get medical history stuff and things like that.
I wasn't mad at the time of that brief exchange and I'm certainly not looking to get into a rant right here, but damn, what the hell? I get to that office at 4:40am six days a week, sometimes seven. No one else in that office does that kind of thing nor maintain anything resembling the work schedule that I do. I leave the office earlier than usual to address my health, albeit through a routine medical appointment, and I get asked if I'm going to coming back afterwards? No, I'm not coming back, at least not today. Fuck that. I'm already tired as it is. You can find me in that office tomorrow morning between 4:40am and 4:45am. It'll be early and dark, but I'll be fully awake and ready to work.
I'm still trying to get caught up on my work, battling though my backlog, in the office. I've been applying myself more than usual, turning in my reports, and hopefully getting management off my back in the process. I haven't lowered the quality of the writing that I'm doing at work and while I haven't ruled it out, I am steadily coming to realization that I really don't want to lower myself and do that same, low-level, God-awful writing that the majority of that office does. I just can't do it. I have to continue to do the quality of work that I'm used to, even if it takes me a few hours or days longer to complete. You want quality? You'll get it eventually, but know that it's going to take me some time to crank that out. Still, in the end, you can expect that what you're going to read will be of the utmost quality and you will see the effort I put forth. i can't do bland or downright terrible like the rest of that office does. In the end, my name is on those reports and I want my work to reflect the quality that I know I'm capable of producing. Fuck what everyone else is doing, with that sub-par shit that they like to call "work". I have a reputation to uphold and maintain.
I'm healthy. I'm going in lab work on Monday. I'm more than likely still diabetic.
I'm still working my ass off at work. I refuse to lower the quality of the work that I do and be like everyone else in that entire office. You can call it pride if you prefer.
I just don't like to do shitty work.
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