Dear Alison’s Mind Today Alison went for her annual toe tickle. And she was feeling pretty grumpy. In the waiting room she was acting as a handy generational bridge between a 6 year old with a verruca and an 80 year old who needed help cutting his nails. This is not her ideal way to… Read More »
It seems to be the month for group therapy. Following my local Diabetes UK meeting a couple of weeks ago I spent a happy few hours last night in our local hospital. They run a coffee evening a couple of times a year for all those who’ve mastered the dark art of carb counting and insulin adjustment through… Read More »
Last week I performed my civic duty of attending the hospital diabetic eye clinic in order to reduce the average age of attendees by at least 30 years. There was also a bit of faffing round with my eyes which left me gobsmacked at quite how disjointed diabetes care can be. My local PCT have… Read More »
There have been a couple of interesting articles recently about how patients and Drs interact. There was a particularly amusing/irritating dispute on the CNN website where Drs had recorded videos complaining about “patients who know too much”. Patient advocates, including www.diabetesmine.com’s Amy Tenderich quickly gave those Drs short shrift, objecting to their defensive stance and… Read More »
This dog doesn’t often get the chance to chat with others about what diabetes care they receive, so it’s hard to get an independent view of what should be happening and then compare that to your own reality. This dog fetched himself a copy of the latest National Diabetes Audit and was aghast to discover… Read More »
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 »
This whole playing at being a pancreas thing does take up a lot of time. Changing infusion sets, bolusing, carb counting, hypoing, they all eat away at my time. Normally it all fits in with my life and I don’t really notice it. But every now and then it makes a bid to take over. I’ve… 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 »