You’d have to be a real moron to have missed the fact that a general election is currently underway in Britain. As I was away on holiday in sunny Yorkshire when the announcement was made, I remained completely ignorant of the fact until my return to Edinburgh. Which just goes to prove some point or other.
Anyway, you’ll be pleased to hear that I’m not going to burble on about the different political parties here. I’m the very definition of a floating voter and I generally decide for whom I’m voting when I get to the Polling Station. So no deeply-entrenched partisan views to bore you with!
However, it is clear that good old Blighty is somewhat cash-strapped at the minute and this is of concern, I think, to the pancreatically challenged hoards. No party in their right mind would cut spending on the NHS before an election. But once the next Parliament forms I think we’ll start seeing cuts on public services and the NHS will be a prime target – despite what some parties are saying about “protecting the NHS”. The inescapable problem with the NHS is that while it’s wonderful, it’s also bloody expensive.
So what do spending cuts mean to us? I shouldn’t imagine we would ever see cuts on really important stuff, like basic insulin supplies, but I can see some of the luxuries being trimmed. Perhaps the 18 month waiting list for a pump in Lothian will become a 24 month waiting list. Maybe Type Two’s will have their allowance of test strips (even more) limited. The prospects of getting CGMS funded by the NHS being reduced from “unlikely” to “when Hell freezes over”.
I believe that the availability of technology like pumps and CGMS is a really good think for diabetics. When you’re trying to manually recreate what your pancreas does automatically I’m afraid that injections and 5-a-day testing just doesn’t cut the mustard. We need better technology and equipment to help us maintain good levels.
So I’m somewhat pessimistic about health care provision whichever party gets in on 6th May. But I can guarantee that whoever’s unlucky enough to be my MP will quickly hear from me about diabetes issues before he’s* got his feet behind his new desk. Rrragh!
* I’m not being sexist by excluding “or she’s” here; we only have male candidates in my constituency. So there.