I went for my annual diabetic toe tickle last week. This follows a similar routine every year. I walk in, the chiropodist does a double take and says “Oh, hello, they’re normally a lot older than you!”. I take this to mean he doesn’t see too many sprightly type 1’s. I also dread the day… Read More »
It’s that time of the year again – yesterday saw me indulge in my regular trip up to the Royal Infirmary to be prodded, pricked and poked as part of my regular seven-month check up, my first after getting the pump back in November. I’m going to be up front and tell those of you… Read More »
Dearest darling GP, I moved my healthcare to your business a couple of years ago because my previous GP was failing to deliver. He was medically mediocre and administratively hopeless. I like your surgery because you take in a lot of trainee GPs. Terrifying as this may first sound, they’re actually rather good – they’re… Read More »
Well, this week I had my annual diabetic MOT up at the Royal Infirmary. Sadly, for ghoulish readers, there’s nothing much to report. Everything is going fine, no limbs have rotted off, I can still see and hypo awareness is good. Even the goldfish in the fish-tank in the reception area were looking good –… Read More »
I must be brave. I must face my fears. I can’t keep avoiding it. I’ve been busy at work. Its the wrong phase of the moon and the dog ate my homework. All good excuses but I’ve run out of road. I have to take the giant leap. My GP surgery have been harassing me… Read More »
Well it’s that time of year again, the time of year when I usually ignore my letter from my doctor reminding me to go and get my winter ‘flu jab. But not this year, oh no. No, this year I’ll definitely be subjecting myself to the joys of a slightly achy arm for the day.… Read More »
Last week, I missed my first ever diabetes-related appointment at my local hospital. Prior to this mishap I tutted angrily to myself when I read about people who were too lazy to bother turning up for appointments – wasting valuable medical staff’s time and costing the NHS. But now, sadly, I join the serried ranks… Read More »
Having diabetes (no, really) I have a morbid fear of complications. Well, not so much “morbid” just a general disquiet that things might go wrong in the future. After all, poor blood glucose management can lead to a plethora of problems, as we all know from the piles of leaflets we were given when we… Read More »