Falling off the Ledge
I’d eaten a cheese loaded baked potato for lunch and my blood sugar had soared to a lofty 25mmol/L.
This was a regular thing for me back then. I was on two injections a day and no one had offered me anything other than the original 1980’s approach to type one diabetes.
Thirteen years into living with this impossible condition and still, there was no semblance of the care I receive today. Scant education, inadequate support and archaic . . .