Given the number of medics it took to conceive and gestate this baby, I’ve never been under the illusion that getting her out would be an all natural affair. I may occasionally dream of a candle-lit water birth accompanied by whale song or maybe a soothing string quartet, but I’ve never held out much hope.… Read More »
It’s that time of the year again when I pop along to have my eyes tested by my local optometrist. I have them photographed once a year at my local hospital as part of my usual check up, but I also get my optometrist to check them because I value my eyesight (I really, really,… 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 »
Today was the day of my annual (or thereabouts) eye check up at the Royal Infirmary. I moseyed on down the hospital for an appointment first thing and went through the usual procedures. We started off with the standard eye-sight test which involves reading letters off a board. This is done by looking at the… 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 »