That's amazing; that poem's my favourite, and I've got it stuck to my dressing table mirror! Do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do....that's the Twilight Zone theme tune for those of you who aren't musical...
The steroids are for my lungs. Or the holey paper bags with which I was issued in place of lungs...so when the asthma gets really bad or I get a bad infection, they hit me with 40 microthingys of prednisolone for 5 days, which was when I thought I was going blind. Scary.
The Diabetes Nurse is very good, gave me a free machine and an open-ended scrip for tester strips and stabby things. I think she fires info at me a bit too fast; to echo what was in another thread, I'm not thick, but she makes me
feel thick... Yes, she's big on bananas (oo, matron) and said a sarnie at lunchtime will do me good, as long as it doesn't contain anything interesting or fun. :roll: I usually go for salmon or tuna...
I go to this course on How To Be A Diabetic (I can't actually remember what it's called, but I know it eats into my Friday Afternoon Ginny Thing when myself and a couple of friends have a G&T to round off the week. If they say I can't have a G&T I'm walking...) in a couple of weeks' time. I'll report back if anyone's interested. I read a truly depressing and confusing book on T2 ('The First Year', I think it was called) which I shall be giving to the Diabetes Nurse asap, because it just frit and depressed me...spent a few days wondering exactly which day me feet were going to fall off.
Thank you all for your welcome; I'm glad it's not all po-faced and 'my diabetes is worse than yours' type stuff!