I've also been giving this further too,
@kitedoc .
At the risk of sounding like a verse from "that" song by Alanis Morissette.
Here is a very true non diabetic story.
Many years ago. I had two older colleagues who had struck up a relationship after a dance at a works do..
The guy confided in me on the matter. (We were good mates.)
The woman was married & in a loveless relationship & pretty much only hanging on till her remaining teenage son at home moved out (she had two kids, the eldest daughter had gone.) Then her marriage was over. (Pretty much separate lives under the same roof..)
"Groundhog Day" working so the bills get paid.. (Yeah, now it's getting a bit Bruce Springstien.)
Sounded like a sensible plan to me at the time I was 20?, my collegues were about the age I am now.
You can't help who ya love...
The woman suffered from debilitating migraines which brought her to tears sometimes. She was prescribed meds from her GP. But as far as I knew, no more tests were done.
How does the story end?
Well, her "migraines" were more than just that.
We attended her funeral & sat at the back with acquaintances & colleagues.
My workmate never recovered from the heartbreak... & locked himself into a "time vortex" of 1960s rock & roll music (which they both like to dance to.) blaring from the stereo & fueling the ongoing daily challenges with copious amounts of whiskey.
His health declined some years later.
It's all about perspective & having "the cup half full." Though I wouldn't advocate using alcohol...