Hospital yay!

:sweeet: Thanks! :D

You know, at times like this, I think of one of the wisest sayings I have ever heard, from one of the smartest people I know.

"There's a reason it's called practicing medicine."

Hope you feel better fast love.

Gale

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Originally Posted by angllady2

You know, at times like this, I think of one of the wisest sayings I have ever heard, from one of the smartest people I know.

"There's a reason it's called practicing medicine."

Hope you feel better fast love.

Gale

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Im using that saying. Just FYI, lol
I feel like i may have heard that somewhere but not that exact saying.

Feel free to use it all you like.

When my dad was dying of cancer, and the doctors kept switching medicine like they were playing roulette, my mom was so frustrated and angry, until I shared this with her. This helped her to put her foot down and stop letting the doctors use my dad as a guinea pig for their "trial" drugs.

Gale

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Originally Posted by angllady2

Feel free to use it all you like.

When my dad was dying of cancer, and the doctors kept switching medicine like they were playing roulette, my mom was so frustrated and angry, until I shared this with her. This helped her to put her foot down and stop letting the doctors use my dad as a guinea pig for their "trial" drugs.

Gale

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That is really awful!! :( I remember during a particularly bad admission (Gastroentiritis), they were doing all these tests in the night - I was so out of it I didn't know they were using my finger tester on my toes and trying all different things hooked up to any of the various IV drip things (on of which made me lose all feeling in my hand and wrist). My blood sugar was rollercoastering all over the place... and all this time they wouldn't answer my questions with anything other than
"This is what the doctor wants you to have."
The blood testing equipment they had was ancient, the nurses admitted themselves they didn't know how to use the equipment and weren't used to having diabetics in. Now, when I was a kid and I was there on my own I wouldn't say anything. But after years of it... (i'm not always in for DKA - Diabetic Ketoacidosis - I just seem to get really sick a lot)...I sometimes find myself telling them how to look after me, how to load a testing strip into a testing machine, which insulin is which - they're labelled - in my insulin case.

My Grandparents came down when I had Gastroentiritis, and they were all running around changing things and not telling me, and I was too out of it to argue. My Gramps went insane, out in the hallway, demanding to see a nurse. It was definitely needed. I told him about the needles being blunt and bent and all that. Fuming isn't the word! He sorted them out and made it quite clear messing around with my diabetes, which was suffering already from the nasty Gastroentiritis, was a bad thing to do.

I have to say the part that made me want to laugh like a maniac and just get my shoes and go was when they moved me to a different ward and would not let me out for a walk. When I asked why, they told me I had to see a dietician. I didn't think anything of it...apart from when I got to thinking about it properly, the reason I was there wasn't for Diabetes, which was stable at that point. I asked the nurse why I had to see a dietician. The answer:
"Well with new diagnoses of Diabetes, it's always best you see a dietician. We can't let you go off on your own with only your boyfriend, because we wouldn't want you having a hypo and not knowing what to do now!"
So I simply said...
"Did you read my notes? At ALL? I've been diabetic for TEN years."

Honestly I wish I had had my camera. The look on her face.
O_________O

"Oh."

Yeah oh. I got my walk.