After two weeks of going it alone, I left the hospital in a complete daze from a three hour appointment with a diabetes specialist, and weighed down with a bag of insulin supplies. I’m pretty sure this was the gold standard Oscars-style goody bag of the NHS. There were needles, lancets, finger prickers, glucose test
I apologise for what I said when I was hangry. That sums up the past two weeks of living in what I’m describing as no man’s land. The fortnight between being told I’m diabetic and getting an appointment to see a specialist. You can catch up with the few months leading up to this here.
My name is Alana, and I love carbs. Like, I LOVE carbs. I’ll plan a day out around a coffee and cake stop. I’ll always choose the most sweet or stodgy option on the menu. And yes, I’ll unashamedly eat a Super Noodle sandwich, followed by a good old Wispa and a cuppa for my