I was recently part of a check on my GPs. The people conducting this phoned me to say that I had ticked every category as 10 and asked me why. I said 'Because there was no 11'. On the same principle as Dolly Parton why do you wear size eight heels Because they don't make a nine.
When first diagnosed five or so years ago I was overweight and with a reading of 129. It felt like a death sentence. I am now about four stone lighter and last Hba1c was 58. Disappointing - the previous two were under 5o I think. But the big news is that the Guide Dog bloke who told me that I would lose my sight was wrong; I started back writing professionally again this month since I can now see the screen properly. I have been helped by so many people. The GPs; the Practice Nurse herself a Type 1 and full of life; dieticians - I expected some thin neurotic young women, and met instead highly qualified advisors who answered every question I had. Then the wonderful specialist Nurses on the Diabetics Experts Course - I even ALMOST understood 'carbohydrates' at the end of that.... and then someone said fruit was carbohydrate... oh, well,., you can't win \em all.
I `m fanatical in support of the NHS which I believe is under wicked threat. Just as it was when I began unpaid voluntary work in December 1949 in support of the NHS, Service charities and such. When newly graduating Doctors were being told that they would have no future in the profession if they signed up to this 'Socialist Medicine'.
To me the true mark of the NHS is the Hospital staffers I still meet every week while doing patent support work. They are downhearted by the loss of so many colleague jobs, ,and feel taken for granted , but Dear Lord, do they do all they can for us.! Or the eminent Eye Surgeon who had me in at seven am on an Easter BankHoliday Sunday to operate personally on my eyes.
He could not merely increase his income, But multiply, by going 'private' Yes, I think I truly DO love the NHS.'.
When first diagnosed five or so years ago I was overweight and with a reading of 129. It felt like a death sentence. I am now about four stone lighter and last Hba1c was 58. Disappointing - the previous two were under 5o I think. But the big news is that the Guide Dog bloke who told me that I would lose my sight was wrong; I started back writing professionally again this month since I can now see the screen properly. I have been helped by so many people. The GPs; the Practice Nurse herself a Type 1 and full of life; dieticians - I expected some thin neurotic young women, and met instead highly qualified advisors who answered every question I had. Then the wonderful specialist Nurses on the Diabetics Experts Course - I even ALMOST understood 'carbohydrates' at the end of that.... and then someone said fruit was carbohydrate... oh, well,., you can't win \em all.
I `m fanatical in support of the NHS which I believe is under wicked threat. Just as it was when I began unpaid voluntary work in December 1949 in support of the NHS, Service charities and such. When newly graduating Doctors were being told that they would have no future in the profession if they signed up to this 'Socialist Medicine'.
To me the true mark of the NHS is the Hospital staffers I still meet every week while doing patent support work. They are downhearted by the loss of so many colleague jobs, ,and feel taken for granted , but Dear Lord, do they do all they can for us.! Or the eminent Eye Surgeon who had me in at seven am on an Easter BankHoliday Sunday to operate personally on my eyes.
He could not merely increase his income, But multiply, by going 'private' Yes, I think I truly DO love the NHS.'.