Tumble
Active Member
- Relationship to Diabetes
- Type 1
After falling off the rails for a long time I finally went to my doctors to ask for help. He admitted that I had been 'lost' on the system again. He said he would contact the diabetes team and book me an appointment. Two weeks later I received a letter, to say that my appointment would be in two weeks.
So on Wednesday with a bit of hope that I was finally getting support, I headed off to my appointment only to be greeted by a baffled receptionist who told me there were no more appointments for that day. She finally believed me when I produced the letter.
I was dumped in a coridoor and told to wait for the DN to come out of her room. When she did she had no idea that I had an appointment. She asked me a few questions about previous care and when I mentioned that I had been on a DAFNE course she instantly told me that she couldn't help me and I would have to see a dietician with some experience.
When I tried to leave the building I was locked in and when I tapped on the glass I heard the very annoyed receptionist say to someone, 'the reason we had to stay late is coz of some diabetic,' it was 4:45!
I pretty much cried all the way home. My partner is livid and I feel lost and deflated all over again. No one seems to care and I keep getting fobbed off from one person to the next.
So now I have arranged with my doctors surgery to have my bloods done, I presume I was supposed to request a fasting one and I'm still waiting to hear from the dietician. It's rubbish!
So on Wednesday with a bit of hope that I was finally getting support, I headed off to my appointment only to be greeted by a baffled receptionist who told me there were no more appointments for that day. She finally believed me when I produced the letter.
I was dumped in a coridoor and told to wait for the DN to come out of her room. When she did she had no idea that I had an appointment. She asked me a few questions about previous care and when I mentioned that I had been on a DAFNE course she instantly told me that she couldn't help me and I would have to see a dietician with some experience.
When I tried to leave the building I was locked in and when I tapped on the glass I heard the very annoyed receptionist say to someone, 'the reason we had to stay late is coz of some diabetic,' it was 4:45!
I pretty much cried all the way home. My partner is livid and I feel lost and deflated all over again. No one seems to care and I keep getting fobbed off from one person to the next.
So now I have arranged with my doctors surgery to have my bloods done, I presume I was supposed to request a fasting one and I'm still waiting to hear from the dietician. It's rubbish!