Silly season begins...

Monday.

Had to be up early to go the doctors for my annual diabetes checks and blood test. So we walked down and back. Of course it was more of the same shit as before, you've gained weight, well yes, I have, but I have just spent 6 months not moving far and I'm still only just regaining my ability to exercise like before and I'm still only allowed to do so much. Eating healthy has to be combined with exercise to lose weight, and being in bed for 12 weeks will cause anyone to put on some. It's not tons and it's coming off again now I'm moving. I know they are only looking at one bit of my health, but my records are there just join the fecking dots. I didn't lie in bed eating junk, I eat as normal, well actually I eat less as my appetite has never truly come back since my stay in Durham hospital. I rarely eat a full meal. 

So I have this battle of them peddling their drugs, and me wanting to do it my way. They didn't even ring me once during lockdown or the two years of the covid outbreak. I didn't get a text to sheild like some, with months off, I didn't die then, I stayed in my weight range, I worked all the way through unlike some. I had my vaccinations when they were rolled out, and I managed to not get covid, until I was in hospital and then they said I had it. I never had symptoms and when I did tests at home they came back negative. I'm convinced they put positive so that if I died during surgery they could blame that and not their incompetence. Sorry to rant but I'm peed off. Sometimes they have an agenda and I don't always buy that you are deaths door, but while they weren't seeing anyone face to face, these problems disappeared...