See, I have a cold – a real stinker.
Before I was diabetic, I would notice a cold only when the first symptoms appeared. Now, thanks to the wonder of diabetes, I know at least 2 days prior to the normal symptoms.
Why? ‘Cos my blood sugar readings go through the bloody roof and stay there until the cold has buggered off.
Right now this is a mixed blessing. I have my ‘insulin’ appointment on friday, and having my blood sugar at silly high levels will aid my argument to put me on insulin, which is a ‘good thing. The down side is that I feel like crap and will probably throw a paddy in the medical centre if they don’t do everything I tell them to.
I am a difficult patient under normal circumstances, but with a cold, ten times worse. I know it is not their fault, but they have a habit of talking down to patients. In most cases this is, no doubt, essential – most patients just want their diabetes to be treated by a pat on the head and a bottle of magic pills. I am not like that. I want them to prove to me that they really understand what they are saying and are not just repeating a mantra handed down from above. The problem occurs when they can’t – if I am in a good mood, I cut them a little slack and send them away with a whole bunch of questions. If I am I bad mood, …well, lets just say that I am somewhat less polite and have been known to mention the phrase ‘medical negligence’ … never said I was nice.
I’ll let you know how I get on.