Diabetes

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On Saturday morning, just as we were leaving home for the journey to London our postman gave me an official-looking letter. I ripped it open to discover that it was invitation to arrange a diabetic eye screening test. What the...?  

Though nobody at my health centre had told me or even discussed the possibility, it seems that my HbA1c score has tipped over the line from pre-diabetes into the Type 2 category. Ironically, a likely cause of this nudge up is the blood pressure medication I am on.

If it isn't one thing it is another these days.

Anyway, home from London I arranged one of these special eye tests at our local hospital  - The Royal Hallamshire and went there this very afternoon. I attended the eye clinic where I was dealt with by two nice young ladies - one from Kerala in India and the other from Iraq.

The first young lady put special drops in both of my eyes to enlarge my pupils. The second young lady photographed my eyes for signs of diabetic retinopathy. Apparently, the results will be sent to both me and my health centre within three weeks.

In the meantime, I need to start making a few personal changes to lower my HbA1c level - down from the 50 score that I am currently on and back out of the Type 2 category.

One small aim is that I am going to try to stop having any sugar in my hot drinks. All my life, I have added sugar to both tea and coffee. When I was growing up in East Yorkshire, every member of my family had two spoonfuls of sugar  in hot drinks. About forty years ago I went down to one spoonful of sugar and today I started to find out if I could manage with no sugar at all. After all, plenty of other people are sugarless - including my two grown up children.

There are a few other things I plan to do - small adjustments that should help me to turn the corner - that's if I can stick with those changes.

After the eye screening test, I donned sunglasses before venturing out into the sunshine once more. What a lovely day and warm too. I dropped on to Park Lane and followed the long curve of Collegiate Crescent down to Ecclesall Road where a number 81 bus appeared almost immediately. In my cool shades, I guess that other bus passengers might have imagined that I was Roy Orbison even though he died in 1988. He was only 52.


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