We don’t have anything quite as cool as a fish tank, but I do like the HbAlc measuring machines they have at my clinic – you put a finger prick worth of blood on a stick, put the stick in the machine for around 6 minutes and you have your HbAlc result. None of this taking pints of blood out of arms and waiting a week for the results malarkey.
The coolest thing we have is the air conditioning – back in 2006 its ducts harboured a colony of starlings that would come flitting about one’s head periodically. Sadly, nowadays the first circle of hell (the general place of gathering from where one is referred to the diabetic clinic) is devoid of all fauna and flora. The ophthalmo-clinic at least does have some plants and glass cases containing archaic tools that look as if one can use them to straighten/curl one’s tresses.
Fortunately AC is probably taken for granted, but a must. The rooms are not segregated but we do have nice telly playing pre-recorded demo videos and if we are lucky they pop some nature/wildlife programs on. The out patient are for the kiddies is next door and they have a nice little slide/climbing facility together with a nice fish tank!
Due down there again on Wednesday, so perhaps some pics are in order! Yay!
There’s a dodgy fish tank at my local (RUH, Bath) and a few medical leaflets hanging about, but they took the magazines away due to “‘elf and safety” – spreading infection apparently (surely not what an ancient copy of Hello!/Womans Own/What Car? was intending.. )
On the plus side, due to the lack of anything else to read, I did peruse the info leaflets and – lo and behold! found out about a diabetic blog called “shoot all those complainers with diabetes” or some such similar line – and now my life is complete!!
Rugby St Cross seem to have developed a tomato plant…(I didnt get close enough to check it out, but it appeared to be tomato.) Along with the usual ‘helpful’ leaflets and an endlessly put upon but good natured receptionist.
Aww my diabetic clinic is really drab and dreary compared to all the rest! At FDRI the diabetic clinic is situated in an old bungalow outwith the main hospital (nothing like making you feel unwanted by the general public of other ill people eh?) and is just down the drive from A & E (comforting/convenient?). First of all you are faced with a door that is permanently locked but if you do manage to get a nurses attention after ringing the bell for 3 days you are led into a dark, drab, dreary reception room which is piled high with leaflets which hold little relevance to type 1 diabetics and posters on the walls of yukky diabetic eyes, info on all the problems that will arise if you don’t look after yourself, and behind a glass window are the diabetic nurses all sitting over notes/telephones running late and ignoring you. This is why I ALWAYS take my mum to appointments ‘cos at least then I have someone to talk to. Very often if there’s other people in I try to talk to them but then I get scowled at Am I the only one this happens to or are the diabetics in the Falkirk area just generally glum-faced?
Down south, it is all sunshine as far as fellow waiting-room diabetics go: all willing to beam their narrative charm at you, such as that if you consume 1/2 a birthday cake, you can cancel out the sweetness by drinking a few drops of bitter aloe extract or tart lemon juice. Other (non-diabetic) handy tips that have found my ears include the need to saw a beloved horse to pieces if you want to cremate it (crematorium CEO’s wife says it has to be in a box if you want to burn it) and never to secret a bag of humbugs about your person if you work at the sweetie factory (you are strip-searched at the exit).
Talking of sweeties, I’ve clean forgotten about the kiosk-on-wheels which is hauled about by a troop of yellow-bedecked Sunshine Sisters (not exactly “cool” because of the 2 urns it harbours). Usually it appears a few seconds after the student dieticians have delivered their low GI&fat-gospel, to be stripped bare of all things fast&fatty…(Infidels!)