Only just checking in to the thread now. Have had a super busy fortnight - have now been working for 11 days on the trot, and getting up at silly o'clock in the mornings. Have done my best to eat healthily at work (actually, haven't been bad at all) but have then undone it all by virtually having a latte drip in my arm. That, combined with TOTM means I am the same as last week I wish.
My poor mum is in hospital at the moment, and is very unwell. On top of that, she has type 1 diabetes. As well as trying to stay low GI, Mum is also wheat & diary free. I had a quick look at the menu, and it is carb city. For breakfast it is cereal & milk, or toast, or cereal bar - with fruit juice. Lunch was sandwiches. Dinner was revolting breaded fish with potatoes and peas. She has had a plate of potatoes every night as there is nothing else. Her blood sugars are sky high, and the staff have completely infantilised her by refusing to let her manage her own medication, and as a result they won't let her take sufficient insulin to deal with the massive carb fest she is being forced to eat. She barely has sight in one eye, and her eye consultant has been very clear - she must not allow her blood sugars to remain high at all, or she is likely to lose her sight completely. Mum felt bullied by the staff, and that they were refusing to listen to her. I spoke with the Dr, and I thought he had listened to me, and was going to give her the long acting insulin she needs - but when I left visiting, they refused to give it to her again. I feel very frustrated and powerless, and this is combined with working huge hours at the moment. Mum won't let me complain while she is still in hospital as she thinks the staff will take it out on her. I was supposed to be off tomorrow, and had planned to do stuff for mum, and I have now been called into an 8am meeting at work that I have to go to and I am extremely fucked off. My garden is also full of weeds which need attending to, and I am unlikely to manage it. Not only that, but my cats are fighting, and it is like WW3 when I do get home. I think I need a few days off and copious amounts of drink.
Anyhow, mini rant over. That link at the start of the thread about diary was very interesting, and when I get back on my feet I think I will try to have a diary free week to see if it makes a difference.