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This year I have had more personal connections with The National Health Service than ever before. These engagements have been in relation to my blood pressure, my urethra, my mouth, my colon and lately the possibility of Type 2 diabetes.   In this blogpost, I do not wish to get into the nitty gritty of my medical issues or any actual treatment I have received, I just want to praise the professional people I have encountered along the way.  At a rough guess, I would say that I have had interactions with around fifty people. These include receptionists, nurses, pharmacists, nursing auxiliaries, doctors and three consultants. I happy to report that every one of those people has dealt with me in a kind and respectful manner. Each one of them has shown professional expertise, patience and commitment within the bounds of their particular roles. Communication has been good, appointments have happened punctually and there have been warm smiles and a few jokes along the way. ...

 I don’t know how many of you know I’ve been on a low to no processed food diet for two weeks. I mainly drink water or hot lemon water. I’ve also been exercising for an hour and thirty minutes daily. Stretching and cardio.  This has not been easy, but very effective. The weight loss is slow, but it is there. My sleep is much improved. I just wish anxiety would cease, but one step at a time.  Did I want to do this?  No, but it was necessary. My body can’t hold as much weight. I also have to wear braces that are heavy enough already. I need endurance and stamina to keep going which I’ve not had in awhile. The disabled body is not as sturdy as it once was. It is not forgiving either.  I’ve felt sluggish, tired, cranky, achy and every other ailment one can think of at the moment. I was in denial. Some days I still am. I also realized I don’t need to be skinny, but I need to be fit. I need to feel good in the body I was given. I’ve asked God for another one, but I’...