One of the real perks of my job: the rare gift of food. Quite often, diabetics are diabetic for a reason. It's because the stuff they eat is sooooo gooooood! My second to the last patient of the day kept us a bit late but it was well worth our time. A pound cake was just coming out of the oven. She had made it for us, Rose and me, and sent us away with four huge hunks each. It is a little disturbing how naturally our conversation about techniques for insulin titration was so easily interrupted by mouthfuls of heaven. Hypocrisy? Maybe...
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