It’s 10 pm here U.K. time and unlikely I’ll get much sleep tonight.
I’m exhausted to be honest but I also don’t feel I can go to bed. I’ve had a really rubbish few days. Like really rubbish. I could have said days ago, Sunday, yesterday but I didn’t.
I try and just crack on as nothing worse than a whiner.
So I had the vaccine on the 12 March and ached a few days like an old woman. Job done all over.
Wednesday last week a headache started. Got bad Thursday night/Friday morning into Saturday. Apart from headaches felt ok if not more tired .
I put it all down to side effects.
Sunday started getting an odd nausea moment now and then. Monday comes and I’m literally buzzing and more awake and alert I’ve felt in a long time. On top of that I’ve been peeing like a ridiculous constant and can’t stop drinking.
Then the nausea gets worse and keeps coming. Then the sweating. In the meanwhile I’m starting to test my sugars to make sure I’m ok. They’re reading 23 then 21 and basically been that way a few days.
Today I tried to get a call back from a doctor at the GP surgery and instead I got a call back from a nurse. I describe what I’m feeling and that I’m constantly peeing and can’t satiate my thirst.
So the first thing she says in her why you wasting my time voice was to say in a gruff voice “why are you testing your sugars” errr I’m a diabetic!! Then proceeds to tell me I shouldn’t have to. Well gosh tell the doctor then as it’s the doctor that prescribed me the stuff to record my readings.
Nurse then proceeds to tell me I either have menopause or I may need a check as she thinks I have a prolapse!!! So yes what can I say at this point? What part of diabetic did she not hear.
But let’s make things worse. I said I need to be seen. So an appointment is made for me today at 3pm. Nope not see a doctor but the paramedic!! He who doesn’t know about diabetes at all.
It gets worse. So he takes my blood pressure. It’s high but he says he isn’t worried by it, takes a blood test to read the sugar, it’s high and he says I shouldn’t worry about it as it’s normal. So again my mouth was agape. ( in my masks). Anyone with a brain cell knows a diabetic should go above 12 at the worst but 21 that’s serious.
I hand him a bottle of pee and he asks me what for. Err to check my ketones as I’m a diabetic. so he dips the stick and says yes they’re a bit high but he isn’t worried.
Then he is about to dismiss me and I say ummm I’m feeling sick, I have a constant headache, I’m sweating, peeing and can’t get enough water and my stomach pain.
Apparently I need Gaviscon and to get my eyes tested as its maybe my vision causing me to feel this way.
Glad I was wearing a mask because under it I was looking at him mouthing the C U next Tuesday word.
No I really was.
I’ve got blood test on Thursday but here I am at home in pain, feeling sick and still got high sugars. It’s 10:30 pm and I can’t go sleep like this.
Moral of the story ? Right now the NHS is questionable.
But if you want to see how incompetent today was. Don’t take my word. The phot below the credits is a text message sent to me after my consultation on the phone with the nurse.
Apparently I’m a candidate to consider being checked for diabetes!!!! Oh an apparently referring to blood tests? I don’t need to say more!
I’m just in bed rapping this blog before I crash on my pillow and fade into sleepy bliss.
Earlier I was filming at a furry place and can I just say I have so got a thing for sassy fur men!!! Make of that what you will but it’s seriously interesting to me the whole concept and how the male avatars look.
It’s something I’d love to learn about and understand the whole lifestyle role play etc.
Honestly I wasn’t at all quiet while filming earlier. In public chat I’m just stating how amazing they look and fascinated that one guy was so adorable I wanted to stroke his head whilst at the same time I’m thinking phwoar that’s a more manly man than I’ve seen in ages.
Though I embarrassed myself a tad when I asked if I could go back another time to hang out and I said if I can’t be a furry maybe I’ll go as Aunty VaGina and wear a fur coat!!
Seriously when god was handing out tact he skipped past me I’m sure. I’ve never felt so embarrassed at saying such a stupid thing. I seriously wasn’t even thinking and then the penny dropped.
At least they all were quite sweet and I’m hopefully exonerated for that moment.
Well I’ve had my invite for the Vaccine. Strangely I feel like it’s a history making moment.
Not that I am important to historical noting but because it’s that feeling that in years from now what is debated amongst people will become the norm.
I prefer to look at it like those wordings “one small step for us, one giant leap for everyone”.
(Note my politically correct version before someone decides to have a keyboard moment! )
I personally am grateful that there is a vaccine and it’s out there. There’s no ultimate guarantees but at least it’s a start. Much like the flu vaccine. It won’t get rid of the damn pesky virus, but perhaps make its existence less taxing on our bodies.
I work with a few people who are anti vaxxers and what we fondly call Covid idiots.
You know the ones, just because no one they personally know has been affected, then clearly it doesn’t exist mindset.
It’s difficult having conversations on the subject because of this and it does make me feel that our world is divided and living in parallels.
I’ve said this before much like the Mandela effect, there is this Covid effect. We’re living in the Matrix!!!
Now here I’m living in the Matrix and my virtual person is me!!!