My first doctor's visit.
After a few weeks after arriving in the US, I went to see a doctor. He asked me about my diabetes and what insulin I was taking.
I brought some with me from Ethiopia.
We don't use pig insulin in America anymore. The doctor explains.
We use synthetic human insulin.
I got excited - human insulin? That is probably as good as it gets. I started to feel like I was cured already.
Then the nurses measured my sugars right there. It was an incredible 600.
You should be in the emergency room - the doctor said.
But I felt fine so I refused. Why do I need to go to an ER when I feel okay. Besides, what would they do? Give me insulin? And charge me ridiculous amounts of money I don't have? No thanks.
I still don't know how I knew that I could refuse. But it was a firm NO.
That's one thing I realized about myself back them. I constantly felt like everyone was out to get me. The healthcare professionals, the credit card company, my employer ... I trusted no one.
I left the doctor's office feeling like I won a battle.