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I attended my first diabetic clinic on Friday last week, and had to report how good it was.
My hba1c is up to 6.0 (it was down to 5.6 before Xmas) but I put that down to carb-loading over the festive bingeson, sorry I mean season. Total cholesterol is up to 6.0 whereas it was down to 4.0, which is just weird but I'm not that bothered. Weight is back down to pre-Xmas weight so those extra 5 or 6 lbs that joined my gut have now fled once more *yay* ...
The reason I think it was a good meeting is that even though both the DSN and GP said that "most people recommend diabetics eat carbs" they felt that my results (reduced hba1c and weight lower than in the last decade) showed that MY WAY was working very well for me, the doctor even said that "it is becoming more common that low-carbing gets good results" and they were both very happy for me to continue the way I'm going.
I left feeling very upbeat and very much in control.
The only minor downside is that my test strips have been removed from my repeat prescriptions page on the system so I may need to beg for those in the future; however as I feel a lot more confident now in knowing which foods work for me, it isn't that bad, I can always "top up" on the quiet side by buying my own strips.
I then left to go and pick up my medications from the chemist next door and the friendly lady on reception desk asked if I had some time to "chat" with the pharmacist about my medications ... "how ominous", I thought, as she led me into the privacy booth!
We talked about my various medications and the chap was extremely pleasant and knowledgable, he talked to me about coming off my depression medication (it is now a year since I started on them, due to being diagnosed with post traumatic stress disorder) which I am starting to feel might become a reality pretty soon. We discussed the lovely side effects of metfartin and how I have an "intolerance" to statins, about my recent bouts of "reactive arthritis" (the single most painful thing I've ever endured) and about health in general.
We then talked about his childhood on the Isle of Skye and about how I had been there holidaying with my family on a number of occasions ... and I enjoyed that particular accent GREATLY! *swoon*
Anyhow, the point I guess I'm (in a very protracted way) coming to (Yay I hear your sigh) is that the NSH has a bad reputation and often people have pitiful experiences with their healthcare teams (and in the past I have had awful times with them too) BUT my latest experience was very very good!
All the best, have a happy sunshiney day!
Jem xoxoxoxox
My hba1c is up to 6.0 (it was down to 5.6 before Xmas) but I put that down to carb-loading over the festive bingeson, sorry I mean season. Total cholesterol is up to 6.0 whereas it was down to 4.0, which is just weird but I'm not that bothered. Weight is back down to pre-Xmas weight so those extra 5 or 6 lbs that joined my gut have now fled once more *yay* ...
The reason I think it was a good meeting is that even though both the DSN and GP said that "most people recommend diabetics eat carbs" they felt that my results (reduced hba1c and weight lower than in the last decade) showed that MY WAY was working very well for me, the doctor even said that "it is becoming more common that low-carbing gets good results" and they were both very happy for me to continue the way I'm going.
I left feeling very upbeat and very much in control.
The only minor downside is that my test strips have been removed from my repeat prescriptions page on the system so I may need to beg for those in the future; however as I feel a lot more confident now in knowing which foods work for me, it isn't that bad, I can always "top up" on the quiet side by buying my own strips.
I then left to go and pick up my medications from the chemist next door and the friendly lady on reception desk asked if I had some time to "chat" with the pharmacist about my medications ... "how ominous", I thought, as she led me into the privacy booth!
We talked about my various medications and the chap was extremely pleasant and knowledgable, he talked to me about coming off my depression medication (it is now a year since I started on them, due to being diagnosed with post traumatic stress disorder) which I am starting to feel might become a reality pretty soon. We discussed the lovely side effects of metfartin and how I have an "intolerance" to statins, about my recent bouts of "reactive arthritis" (the single most painful thing I've ever endured) and about health in general.
We then talked about his childhood on the Isle of Skye and about how I had been there holidaying with my family on a number of occasions ... and I enjoyed that particular accent GREATLY! *swoon*
Anyhow, the point I guess I'm (in a very protracted way) coming to (Yay I hear your sigh) is that the NSH has a bad reputation and often people have pitiful experiences with their healthcare teams (and in the past I have had awful times with them too) BUT my latest experience was very very good!
All the best, have a happy sunshiney day!
Jem xoxoxoxox