Japes
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- Type of diabetes
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- Insulin
So, for the first time in four years, I took myself off to London and decided to make a pretty full day of it, not just the funeral I was going to. Well, I was booked out of work for the whole day.
So, 12 miles of walking got done as well!!
Apart from the fact the train I was aiming for on the return journey was so full (Why, oh why is the first train on the ultra-cheap tickets in the evening only a 2 carriage one.) I went on the next one, which was far more pleasant and 4 carriages, half an hour later, all went very well.
Now, this is also the first time I've been in London since being on insulin. So, injections in the wild were to be seen (packed lunch on a bench outside the Royal Courts of Justice, finding a quiet-ish corner at the post-funeral refreshments whilst playing "Guess the carbs for the cake", evening Basal at the train station whilst waiting for the more pleasant train) explanations to very old friends who've not seen me in about 15 years as to why I am now such a different shape.
And, no frantic text messages from work! So, I'm assuming no mishaps...
@Fairygodmother - I totally agree it's an unforgivable system failure and I was not in the mood for being inconvenienced when I'd done nothing wrong. I expected to take the rap for my own mistakes, and I expect professionals in all areas to do the same. Mistakes happen, of course, but then they get sorted by the person or department who made them. Or am I just plain weird?!
So, 12 miles of walking got done as well!!
Apart from the fact the train I was aiming for on the return journey was so full (Why, oh why is the first train on the ultra-cheap tickets in the evening only a 2 carriage one.) I went on the next one, which was far more pleasant and 4 carriages, half an hour later, all went very well.
Now, this is also the first time I've been in London since being on insulin. So, injections in the wild were to be seen (packed lunch on a bench outside the Royal Courts of Justice, finding a quiet-ish corner at the post-funeral refreshments whilst playing "Guess the carbs for the cake", evening Basal at the train station whilst waiting for the more pleasant train) explanations to very old friends who've not seen me in about 15 years as to why I am now such a different shape.
And, no frantic text messages from work! So, I'm assuming no mishaps...
@Fairygodmother - I totally agree it's an unforgivable system failure and I was not in the mood for being inconvenienced when I'd done nothing wrong. I expected to take the rap for my own mistakes, and I expect professionals in all areas to do the same. Mistakes happen, of course, but then they get sorted by the person or department who made them. Or am I just plain weird?!