AlisonM
Much missed Moderator
- Relationship to Diabetes
- Type 1.5 LADA
I'm getting so fed up of having my weekends highjacked by the Big D. This one just past was no different. No lows this time, I was in the mid teens all weekend and feel like death warmed up as a result, I'm not used to being that high any more. It's been a while in fact since I got into double figures at all. So once again I spent my time fighting the numbers instead of getting on with my life. I'm a bit restricted at the moment with my arm still all strapped up and the pain of that, but I had plans and they all went out the window.
I'm feeling really angry and tearful and resentful as a result. On top of everything else the lady who is supposed to be helping me bathe and dress while my arm is out of action didn't show up this morning. My brother who had to step into the breach isn't speaking to me now and, I haven't stopped blushing. 😱😱😱😱 We're not particularly bothered by nudity, but him having to do stuff like that for me really takes the biscuit.
So this morning I called the agency who supplied her (Social Work have outsourced a lot of their care services) and they knew nothing of it. They're going to try and find out what happened and, I hope, ensure it doesn't happen again. Oh, and while I have you on the phone, why don't don't I get help at weekends? I still have to bathe and dress. Answer: "Umm I'm sorry, I don't know." I had to struggle with it on my own, luckily I do have some clothes I can just pull on, but I have't had what I'd call a proper wash since Friday and I feel all clarty, a lick and a promise at the sink doesn't do it for me.
Where's that screaming thread? And is there anything around I can beat up, or at least throw stuff at? Do Greek restaurants still let you smash plates?
I'm feeling really angry and tearful and resentful as a result. On top of everything else the lady who is supposed to be helping me bathe and dress while my arm is out of action didn't show up this morning. My brother who had to step into the breach isn't speaking to me now and, I haven't stopped blushing. 😱😱😱😱 We're not particularly bothered by nudity, but him having to do stuff like that for me really takes the biscuit.
So this morning I called the agency who supplied her (Social Work have outsourced a lot of their care services) and they knew nothing of it. They're going to try and find out what happened and, I hope, ensure it doesn't happen again. Oh, and while I have you on the phone, why don't don't I get help at weekends? I still have to bathe and dress. Answer: "Umm I'm sorry, I don't know." I had to struggle with it on my own, luckily I do have some clothes I can just pull on, but I have't had what I'd call a proper wash since Friday and I feel all clarty, a lick and a promise at the sink doesn't do it for me.
Where's that screaming thread? And is there anything around I can beat up, or at least throw stuff at? Do Greek restaurants still let you smash plates?