the silent epidemic

I don’t hold with doctors – haven’t been to see one for about eight years, so I suppose I should be grateful that my contact lens contract with SpecSavers requires me to have a sight test every two years. The glaucoma puffy test threw up a reading that was just over the limit, and the optician has to write to my doctor.

So I went and registered with a doctor, and had a first appointment with the nurse, and the sample says “diabetes”. She was very soothing, said it might be a spike, said to drop of another sample in a week. But I’ve done a lot of research, and I’m in no doubt; I have loads of symptoms, apart from the eye pressure, all of which I put down to just getting older and being overweight; constant tiredness, tingling feet, excessive weeing.

No doubt it’ll take a while to properly diagnose, and no doubt they’ll tell me to try diet and exercise first. Ironically, I’ve started exercising – doing the Couch to 5k running thing, and working out with the Hannah Waterman DVD. I shan’t be hanging about with regard to diet either – I’ve already embarked on a suitably low fat regime.

It’s very frightening; I wobble wildly between thinking “oh I can manage that” and panic and rage. But really, mostly, I’m awfully glad I found out now.

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out and about

Beautiful spring day today, and we decided we needed a treat, so we took ourselves off to Hornsea, stopping at the Great Satan Tesco (how I wish there was a Sainsburys in Hull) for some cinnamon tablets (which they didn’t have) and some cereal bars – they had Jordans at 2 packs for 2.50, so I stocked up – and then into Wilkos for a new lasagne dish, as my beloved and elderly white one cracked last week.

Hornsea is a lovely little place – there’s a mere, which today had lots of water birds milling about; ducks, swans, geese, etc.  I took a load of photos, but haven’t looked at them yet.  We wandered around there, then walked through the town to the sea front, which is pretty kiss-me-quick, and was really quite busy. We wanted lunch out, but for someone who is newly diagnosed diabetic and trying to do a low fat diet, there was really nothing.  In the end, we had fish and chips; I picked all the batter off the fish, and ate about half the chips. In future, I’ll take something to eat with me, because we love going to the coast, but food wise it seems to be a bit of a minefield.

When we got home, I made bread dough (wholemeal!) for tomorrow, boiled some eggs, put some chickpeas in to soak.  Cooked a Madhur Jaffrey recipe of cauliflower with fennel and mustard seeds, with rice and split peas for supper.

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