I shall be up early doing the necessary for my diabetes check tomorrow morning.
I have been having imaginary conversations with the nurse (who I wasn’t very impressed with last year), and as such am not looking forward to it.
The blood test results should be in, and I’m hoping my sugar level is stable and hopefully that my cholesterol has reduced. At least I know that should she bring up the S (statins) word, my GP understands why I don’t want to take them and won’t push the point.
My BP should be fine now, so I’m not worried about that, but my concern is, as always, my weight.
I have not lost anything really since my radiotherapy finished at the end of January.
The GP was really pleased when she plotted my current weight at the time, describing it as the best kind of loss, like ‘falling off a cliff’.
My experience of diabetes nurses is although they are professional, they are in love with their tick boxes, and I just don’t tick them.
I find myself thinking about how much has happened in this past year.
Weight loss, breast cancer, radiotherapy, selling the boat, house hunting.
I know I’m stressed out and that probably doesn’t help.
I’m just worried that she will go on at me (as they have in the past) because I’m not as light as her tick box says I should be.
I think I’ll go armed with this thought as well as my pee bottle:
It’s got me through a lot.