Over the last few weeks we’ve heard how dietary advice to avoid saturated fat has been proven wrong. Dietary advice that has been forced on me as a disabled person in ever increasing peer pressure over the last 30 years. I am not in complete control of my purchases; I must rely on others in many cases to purchase things on my behalf. Decisions are constantly taken from me and the opinions of others forced on me because people “care” and want to make sure that I eat in a way that they consider is good for me.
When I’ve been fitter, during periods of my life when the worst of my chronic symptoms were in remission, and I could eat in the way that suited my body – generally against the standard advice – I’ve been thinner and less hungry. I’m really angry about this because dieting and my weight has dogged my medical experience for years. I’ve been accused of lying when I’ve followed a weight loss plan to the letter and still gained weight, and been told that my constant nagging gnawing hunger on the approved weight loss programmes were all in my head. YEARS of dieting misery. I mean MISERY as my quality of life was sacrificed to the gods of public health experiments.
Now I hear that hospitals all over Scotland have banned vaping on hospital grounds. I’m a wheelchair user and I know how difficult it is to get nursing staff to push me in the wheelchair to get me outside in order to smoke even before we were banished to the street a quarter of a mile from the entrance, “because it’s bad for you, love. You really shouldn’t be smoking.” Now I’m sure I’ll hear that same reason for not pushing me out for a vape. I rely on the good will of others in order to have my choices respected and that goodwill is in short supply when my sane and sensible choices run counter to government propaganda.
So my hospital stays are now going to be as miserable for me as a vaper as they were when I was a smoker. Well done guys!
I don’t trust the propaganda any more. I don’t consider that these idiots who knee-jerk about every last aspect of my life have the first clue about any aspect of my health. I’m sick and tired of being sick and tired and having my already difficult life made impossible by idiots. My reaction to all of it is a single finger salute and an injunction to stick their collective heads where sunlight can’t reach.