Tuesday, February 12, 2013
Today I had my appointment with the practice nurse to discuss my diabetes. It was all very straightforward, even if I didn't find out too much that I hadn't already found out from researching things myself. There was good news in that I don't have to test my blood sugar daily with one of those machines that lances your finger to get the blood out; they're perfectly happy to just test me every three months with the help of a burly ex-wrestler holding me down. She also gave my feet a quick check with a fine plastic wire and a tuning fork and, despite all my toes being crooked from years of slamming into walls, they were also pronounced healthy.
My blood pressure also managed to drop from 138/108 to 130/90 from my last GP visit, which isn't really that surprising as I always get stressed out seeing the doctor, and my heart rate was normal as well. In fact, if it wasn't for the weight and the diabetes, I'd be in pretty good health overall. Finally, we had a weigh-in, where I discovered that, since I started this diet-and-fitness plan, I've lost a total of... nothing. Ah well, it's not like I expected it to happen overnight.
She also gave me some food advice and a booklet with suggestions on what to eat; again, very little I didn't already know and in fact I've already been practising and/or eating them already, so it's good to know at least that I've started off right. Apparently I'm also going to be invited to join a day-long program some time in the near future to 'educate' me on having diabetes, but I don't know if I'll actually be able to do that as it's apparently six hours long and I simply can't leave OH alone for that long.
(Speaking of OH, he's still in bed today, having come down with a case of the lurgy.)