A Day In The Life Of A Professional Diabetic

A DAY IN THE LIFE OF A PROFESSIONAL DIABETIC

I had a couple of antibiotics this morning, and went to have Sandra Burton change my bandage at 10:45.

She called in Dr. Hirsh, and they both agreed i should be on intravenous, and stay on it for a long time.

On the way to University Hospital, i came back here, got four cans of Kaiser Austrian Beer, and some stuff to read.

The Leo's cab driver told me he was 71. He's in better health than i am.

I handed the letters written by Dr. Hirsh and Sandra to the lady in the booth, and registered and got another 11447762 plastic wrist band.

A couple of hours and three can's of beer in the men's room later, my name was called out.
In the process of moving myself from the waiting room chair to the wheelchair i fell flat on the floor.
The people around me gave a collective gasp, and helped me into the wheelchair. 
I admire the common decency of the common people, the types of people who drive trucks, bake bread, work in shops and do the work that highly paid health care job owners can't be bothered with. 
It is the wishes of these voters that are being defied by the Rodeo Clown Liberal government in Toronto.
I got inside the care area and a fourth year medical student took my bandage off, looked at my foot and put another bandage on.

Then came the news from Dr. Farqhuarson that i am too healthy to be admitted.
Basically he treated the letters from Sandra and Dr. Hirst as if they were candy wrappers, pieces of trash.
He didn't have the guts to meet with me in person, a fundamental aspect of a person who owns his job.

"How are you going to get home?"
"I need at Hospital Taxi Voucher."
"You can't get one all the way to S."
"I've had lots of friends do it. I just did it myself a few days ago."
"Can't do it."
"My brother is a medical doctor.  I grew up with him.  I know how you think.  I know who you are."
"I am not here to make enemies."
"It won't look good in the London Free Press if you make me walk home on a foot that is supposed to bear no weight at all. You can't insist upon cutting my foot off because it's no good and then send me on a twenty-two mile hike."

Amongst the stupidest, stupidest people when it comes to social optics are health care workers.
They could care less how bad they look in the eyes of John and Jane Q public: they have their own little worlds, which they rule absolutely, and the general public can go to hell.

I pointed out to a nurse that it was medical malpractice to have me walking all over the place--which is exactly what i did--when i am under orders not to put any weight at all on my left foot.
"In view of my medical records it is clear and obvious medical malpractice not to supply me with a wheelchair."

I got my wheelchair, one small piece of cheese and two crackers.
That's all i got to eat today.

No medication at all.
It is now 2:25 AM

Returned to the Emergency waiting room, and got some laughs telling people:
"I'm too healthy to be admitted to hospital, it's just that they want to cut my foot off."

What's the moral of this story?

There are two types of diabetes professional:

*The paid ones who own their jobs and love going on break, and really have no idea what it's like to be sick.
*The unpaid ones who work at staying alive 24/7

What's wrong with this?

The problem is that the paid ones example sloppiness and carelessness before their captive audience who can themselves be neither sloppy nor careless.
The teacher's college term is "teaching bad habits," (an excellent way to get fired on the spot) like unto the case of the superior scolding the inferior for smoking, while blowing their face full of cigarette smoke.

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Sep 21, 2013