My birthday is in March, and the NHS gets me the same thing every year – a set of annual diabetic check-ups. I get some retinopathy checks (they dilate your pupils and then photograph the back of your eyes). I can’t see very well for a while after that because everything is too bright. I get a visit to the nurse who checks my feet to make sure I can still feel them and that I didn’t cut a toe off without noticing, she tends to also nag me about not losing weight, having high blood pressure, and then asks me if I’m depressed. Before all that I also have to have a blood test and provide a urine sample, did those today. Bled pretty easily, was awkward last time but the nurse suggested it was because I hadn’t had a good breakfast. This time I made sure I ate early and I sprayed the inside of the two tubes quite happily when she stuck the needle in.
Then I get to wait and see how my average blood sugar was over the last three months. I’m not expecting a good result this time – I’ve had bouts of being ill on and off which messes with my control and emotionally I’ve not been strong enough to exert enough control either, so I suspect I’ll be having a talk with the doctor. I’ll resist attempts to change my meds – I can control my sugar when I’m strong and I just need another kick up the arse. I guess his concern will be that after too many kicks I’ll be blind and missing a foot.