Diagnosis Diabetic

I had just started the job of my dreams as a visual merchandiser. We were hanging up the Christmas garlands for Hackett London on Sloane Square. I turned to my manager and said I have to go to hospital. He looked shocked, the busiest night of the year and I'm pulling a sicky. My insides felt like they were going to explode. I had been ignoring the pain all week but tonight was different. I headed to Chelsea and Westminster A&E. The doctors could not for the life of them work out what was wrong with me. With 3 days in hospital and numerous tests I was sent home. I can honestly say that there is nothing more frustrating than being told there is nothing wrong with you when you are in agony. I t

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