aparsonsmoore
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So here it goes - In March I started to feel thirsty in work and then the Covid lockdown kicked in. By then I was almost constantly craving a drink and waking up needing a wee. I thought this may have been down to my age - I turned 50 this year. But then the weight loss had started and whilst people complimented me on this, others joked that this looked good unless it was cancer. This may seem cruel, but I think that in Britain this type of gallows humour is often a way of addressing difficult issues.
As a result of this, I decided to go to the GP. I did this whilst my wife was away. She has always supported me, but as a man, I felt I would like to address and deal with it alone. This may sound strange, but I felt that I wanted to be in control of the situation and to process it alone.
The results of the blood tests were f**king shocking. Phoned up at 1am (I missed that call) and then 2am in the morning by the 101 service, they simply announced that I was diabetic and that I would need to speak to my GP. There was no attempt to verify my identity and they could have been speaking to anybody.
In contrast, the diabetic nurse was helpful and I received a prescription for a variety of drugs and a Wavesense Jazz meter. Although why call it Jazz, God only knows - it's hardly something that evokes happy time in 1930s speakeasies.
Three months later, things seem to have settled. I now cycle regularly and feel the fittest I have been for several years. My weight has stabilised and blood sugars are generally between 5.2 and 7.2. I;m not sure where this journey will take me, but feel much healthier than I did six months ago.
As a result of this, I decided to go to the GP. I did this whilst my wife was away. She has always supported me, but as a man, I felt I would like to address and deal with it alone. This may sound strange, but I felt that I wanted to be in control of the situation and to process it alone.
The results of the blood tests were f**king shocking. Phoned up at 1am (I missed that call) and then 2am in the morning by the 101 service, they simply announced that I was diabetic and that I would need to speak to my GP. There was no attempt to verify my identity and they could have been speaking to anybody.
In contrast, the diabetic nurse was helpful and I received a prescription for a variety of drugs and a Wavesense Jazz meter. Although why call it Jazz, God only knows - it's hardly something that evokes happy time in 1930s speakeasies.
Three months later, things seem to have settled. I now cycle regularly and feel the fittest I have been for several years. My weight has stabilised and blood sugars are generally between 5.2 and 7.2. I;m not sure where this journey will take me, but feel much healthier than I did six months ago.
