Last Friday, my doctor’s office called with a terse message. It wasn’t my own physician, it was one of the assistants. “Your A1C was 6.6, and your blood glucose was 220. You’re diabetic.” She went on to say that I’d need to come in for a follow-up appointment with a different doctor and speak with a diabetic counseling nurse; for some reason my own doctor wasn’t available (probably booked up) and so I’d have to see the practice on-call doc on the night the specialist nurse was in. I was handed a free kit, with a scrip for more test…