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Honey Syphon: It was a bit of an anti-climax, actually. I took a sample of urine to the doctor's surgery and expected the nurse to take some blood, but was told that they didn't take blood at the surgery and I would have to go to the hospital. I did, and it was all very efficient. They extracted the necessary amount of fluid from my arm, leaving a lovely big bruise. Unfortunately, my dithering around had meant that by the time I decided to do something it was the week before Christmas. I was told I probably wouldn't get a result until the New Year. I was wrong. The next day the surgery phoned me and told me the urine test showed I had a high sugar level - that meant I had diabetes. Tell me something I don't know! So the day before Christmas Eve I went back to the doctor to get sorted out. I was feeling pretty ill so I didn't take in a lot of what she said; I'm sure I came across like a moron. She obviously decided to keep it simple for me, so she prescribed me some tablets and told me to stop eating sugar completely. So. It was a fact. I couldn't ignore it any longer. I had an incurable disease that was going to affect me for the rest of my life. |
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