Whinge, whinge, whinge

A portrait of an infant wittily entitled "A Portrait of an Infant"
A portrait of an infant wittily entitled “A Portrait of an Infant”

I always said I wasn’t going to whinge my way through pregnancy, because I’d wanted it for so long and it’s such a positive thing, whinging is just ungrateful. I’m not being 100% successful at this. I catch myself whinging quite often. But a detailed analysis of my whinges show that it’s not really the pregnancy that’s causing the irritations.

Approximately 10.3% of whinging is pregnancy related – normally due to being unable to stay awake, or a little bit short tempered which I’m blaming on hormones.

Circa 27.6% of whinging is related to ridiculous conversations with Drs, or general NHS inefficiencies. An analysis of that shows that less than a third of that whinging is directly related to pregnancy appointments, the majority is driven by diabetes consultations.

And coming in with 62.1% of the whinge vote is diabetes. This is what drives the majority of my kvetching and griping. Mostly it’s down to frustration with the random blood glucose generator that my body has become. But there is also an underlying toddler-esque feeling that it just isn’t fair that I have to deal with all this.

I resent the fact that the first conversations I’ve had with my unborn child have been along the lines of “Agh, mummy hasn’t quite got the hang of this insulin resistance stuff. Why don’t you just chill for a few hours? Or at the very least don’t work on growing any vital organs. Why not have a go at developing your netball skills, mummy’s managed without them for 33 years so you’ll be fine even if the glucose syrup you’re currently swimming in does mangle them.” And “Your mother is a diabetic genius, I’ve been a 5 all morning, you better be building something important today, I’d recommend moving all vital organs to the top of your to do list. Seize the day and all that.”

But when I’m not operating at the mental level of a 2 year old, I can see that having diabetes does help in one respect. Even in the darkest days of the first trimester when brushing my teeth or the smell of toast could make me sick, it was still diabetes that was getting most of the bleating and bellyaching. Diabetes is my whinge sponge, it soaks up all my whimpers and whines and means that I can avoid ungratefully whinging about pregnancy. See, I knew it had a purpose, it just took me a while to find it.

Male / female diabetic ratios

A typical diabetic man and woman, yesterday
A typical diabetic man and woman, yesterday

The other day, with nothing better to do, I was idly looking through the statistics which are generated by our Facebook page. Facebook handily gives administrators a breakdown of the demographic, Zeitgeist if you will,  of our page. Given that users give away a whole load of information about themselves on their profiles, said breakdown is actually pretty detailed.

The main statistic that leapt out at me was the male to female balance. Apparently males make up 23% of our fans and females 72% (I’m not sure what happened to the other 5%). I then had a quick tally of users who’ve signed up as registered users of the blog and forums here at your soaraway Shoot Up and the ratios were pretty much the same, with only a slightly higher percentage of males than Facebook.

Obviously the male to female ratio of diabetics is pretty much 50-50, so why does the blog have this bias I wonder? Are women more interested in their health than men and so seek out other sources of information on the Intermaweb? Do men just grin, bear it and ignore advice from anyone else? Do men just hate sharing stuff about their health problems?

I haven’t a clue and I’m certainly not going to share in public. Perhaps our female readers might like to discuss it below, while us men clam up.

Diabetes and music festivals

A typical music festival with young people in the background
A typical music festival with young people in the background

While Alison and I are completely ancient (Alison especially), I know that some of you young folk regularly read the soaraway Shoot Up.

It’s therefore worth noting that Edinburgh’s Napier University have recently created a leaflet giving advice to you outlandish young people who have diabetes about attending this summer’s music festivals, where I understand you flock to see certain popular music beat combos.

As I listen to nothing but Gregorian plainsong on my gramophone, things relating to chorus girls and singing groups have absolutely no relevance to me. But, as the leaflet isn’t yet available online, I asked Napier’s communications department for a copy which I’m hosting here for your fun and enjoyment.

Enjoy it you krazy kidz!

Download the leaflet here.

DUK responds to NHS reforms

logo_diabetesIn a letter to The Times, everyone’s second favourite diabetes charity writes about the NHS reforms in England and Wales. They say:

“The reforms will place £80 billion of the NHS budget into the hands of GPs, but plans to make GP consortia accountable to the public are far too weak.

The plans will allow local authorities to replace existing democratically elected overview and scrutiny committees with their own systems. Given the unprecedented devolution of power, we urge the Government to amend the Bill and insist on a strong independent scrutiny function led by democratically elected representatives.”

So what do we all think of said reforms?

Source: http://www.diabetes.org.uk/About_us/News_Landing_Page/Diabetes-UK-responds-to-NHS-reforms/

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