I spend my days writing fantasy role-playing games, and yesterday evening I spent reading about diabetes. My dreams were predictably mixed:
First I dreamt that my diabetes was a massive Moorcockian battle between Law and Chaos. Two vast armies were fighting in the sky, and when one won, it would come down to earth and inject me: Law with insulin, Chaos with glucose. The war was endless, and if either side gained the advantage for too long, I was doomed.
Then I dreamt that my diabetes was the biggest pile of washing up you ever saw, in the dungeon kitchen of the Dark Lord. I knew I had to get the pile of pots washed, but whenever I was getting things down to a manageable level, some goblins would bring more.
:lol:
First I dreamt that my diabetes was a massive Moorcockian battle between Law and Chaos. Two vast armies were fighting in the sky, and when one won, it would come down to earth and inject me: Law with insulin, Chaos with glucose. The war was endless, and if either side gained the advantage for too long, I was doomed.
Then I dreamt that my diabetes was the biggest pile of washing up you ever saw, in the dungeon kitchen of the Dark Lord. I knew I had to get the pile of pots washed, but whenever I was getting things down to a manageable level, some goblins would bring more.
:lol: