Welcome to my regular Friday song/tune day, ladies and gentlemen, where I pick a piece of music that reflects my mood or the times, to share with you.
Unfortunately, I’ve had a really shit week. I accidentally got my Covid booster shot during the week. I had a doctor’s appointment late one afternoon and they had vaccine doses left over so they offered me one and I accepted. Gee, the fizzer shot raises your blood glucose level, doesn’t it? My BG has been all over the shop as I’ve tried to correct it. The day after my shot, I was high all day so I decided to walk that blood sugar down. I felt really good when I started out. That should have been a warning sign. With the pump cannula in my leg (I know, stupid), the intramuscular insulin and exercise slammed me down pretty fast. I started to stagger when I reached my street on my way home. I don’t know why I didn’t stop to drink my Lucozade when I felt the hypo symptoms. Too far gone and too stupid, I guess. But I only had a few hundred metres to go, so I pushed on. I made it to our bin when my legs started to collapse under me. I then somehow made it to the front steps. I don’t know how long I was outside, clutching on to the railing, but by the time I was discovered, I was covered in mosquito bites. I remember whispering, “Help me. Help me.” Very pathetic. My True Love has a sixth sense about these things and he found me on the stairs.
My hypo awareness is not so good after a big hypo. I had a smaller hypo today but I still needed help. Fortunately, my True Love was working from home, but that will change from next Monday. He and other federal public servants have been directed to return to the office full-time. And, in my opinion, for the flimsiest of reasons – community expectations (by that, do they mean the Property Council?) and because the quality of policy advice is apparently better when people are in the office together to
come up with a likely story work through issues. Well, sure. I guess you could apply the same quality measure to those consultancy reports that the Government are so fond of. If a public servant can’t outline the productivity gains from working from home, then that public servant must return to the office. Simply doing one’s job is not good enough apparently.
I know my True Love doesn’t get paid to stay home and look after me, but his caring responsibilities take a mere few minutes of his working day. It means the world to me though. Too bad, so sad. That is not the Australian Government’s problem. A little bit of compassion, flexibility and consultation with staff goes a long way. Again, that’s my opinion.
I think we need a song to conclude this woe-is-me saga. Today my pick is Suzi Quatro and Chris Norman singing Stumblin’ In. Enjoy.
Remember that not everyone who staggers down the street is a stupid drunk. They may just be stupidly hypo. I’ll be back to normal in a few days. Take care, everyone.
Bring on the election and subsidised continuous glucose monitoring!
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Tracy has had Type 1 diabetes for nearly 50 years. Next year, if she makes it that far, will be the big 50 year Diaversary. It would be nice if the Australian Government could partially subsidise Continuous Glucose Monitoring for adults with Type 1 diabetes. It is not as though we grow out of this damn disease.