The morning after the day before...

So I managed to book an emergency appointment at the GP, as per the consultant's recommendation.

I still don't feel upset at yesterday's news, just keen to get on, find out what I have to do, and start doing it. My wife thinks I'm in shock. Well, for sure I'm not happy-clappy about the diagnosis. Maybe it's odd, but I'm looking forwards to making the changes to my diet, my currently non-existant exercise routine, and my lifestyle in general. Two things are missing at the moment to let me do this:
1) Information about exactly what to do.
2) Commitment from my family to support me.

The first is easy to address: the appointment with the GP should help, and also the books I've ordered from Amazon.

The second is trickier: how do you respond to "But what if I don't like the food you have to eat?". This has long been a point of contention. This is not the first time I've tried (and failed) to introduce a family-wide improvement in our diet. I'm not a convenience food junkie, and while I enjoy the odd take-away, 3 or 4 times a week is too much for me. But that's what our diet has become.

OK so in theory, I could cook separately for me. But, theory breaks down when:
a) you have four kids, who to be fair would try most things, but need to eat earlier in the afternoon/evening.
b) your wife is a fussy eater, and is resolute about it.

To please everyone you end up having 3 different menus/sittings, and the reality is that simply doesn't work unless you have a big kitchen, or have Gordon Ramsay tucked away in a cupboard. (We have neither!)

Anyway, that's something to work on.

First things first, I need to find out exactly what I need to do. So off to the GP I go...
...and which proves to be an oddly disappointing experience.
OK, so I got some tablets prescribed, and an appointment for the diabetic clinic in a week's time. Which was the main point.

But the GP seemed to have misplaced his bedside manner: I got the distinct impression he was more concerned with the dent my treatment would cause in his budget, than he was with supporting me, or even pretending to be supportive.

This was very much a "Well, you brought this upon yourself. Now take one of these pills twice a day and see the nurse" kind of appointment. Quality.

Oh well, I know I am going to have to be highly self-motivated and self-supporting, but I did kind of expect a slightly less harsh reception. Or at least information to be more forthcoming.

Hopefully that will be put right at the clinic appointment next week.

And the books from Amazon should help.