Regular commentator and blogger extraordinaire Mark drew my attention to a recent article on the BBC web site in which it was reported an ambulance man in sunny Liverpool decided that a diabetic woman who collapsed on a bus with a hypo was in fact utterly “drunk” and refused to treat her.
Happily the moronic, cretinous ambulance man in question resigned before he was fired and has since been struck off the register of health professionals. According to the BBC the industrial tribunal ruled that this imbecilic, dozy, twit-trained eejit failed to check the blood sugar level of the woman and then compounded his error by lying to his control room, claiming she was refusing treatment.
The report reminded me of the story a few years ago in which a diabetic commuter on a bus in Leeds was shot by police with a Taser gun. Twice. The subnormal, dopey, doltish, dense underdeveloped brains of the policemen in question thought that the man posed a security threat. Admittedly, the poor man was sweating profusely and clutching a large rucksack not long after the London bombings.
Both you and I know that hypos are not the most pleasant things, but to have that misery compounded by a recalcitrant ambulance man or being shot with a bloody Taser of all things is hardly helpful.
While fortunately, such episodes of subnormal, underdeveloped, brainless, unthinking idiocy are rare it does demonstrate even those who should know better do clearly hate diabetics. Bastards!
Anyway, in other news utterly unrelated to diabetes, I’ve discovered wonderour Intermaweb music service Spotify and have been listening to Johann Johannson while writing articles this evening. His composition The Rocket Builder (Io Pan!) is particularly great! Just thought you might be interested.