My father has been in a rehab facility and was recently cleared to move into assisted living. When he arrived at the assisted living facility, he was told that they forgot to bring any diabetes supplies when they transferred him. Small problem. My father is a Type One diabetic and has been for over 60 years. He is managed on daily injections with multiple fingers sticks. They assured him they would have supplies by the next morning. Oh ok, the next morning!
Thank goodness my father is able to speak for himself and insisted that at the very least he needed an insulin injection before dinner. What did they do? They shipped him off to the hospital.
I have so many issues. One, my father is recovering and has an already compromised immune system so trips back and forth to the hospital should be avoided at all costs. Two, what the f? How in 2016 can health care staff, at any level, not know about diabetes? Well, they don’t and typically if they’re aware of diabetes, they only know about type 2 or just mash all of the types up into a convoluted mess.
I feel incredibly helpless. It’s a situation where I want to take on the world. I want to educate every single person on this planet about diabetes. I want doctors, of any speciality, to all have basic knowledge of diabetes and appropriate treatment. From there, I want every nurse, every medical assistant, to understand.
So I advocate. I share my story, my father’s story. I try to answer every question and clarify as many myths as I can. What can you do? Help me and the other 400 million diabetics worldwide. Take a minute to educate yourself and those around you. Share our stories. And please, ask questions. We love to talk about ourselves and our diabetes!