Yeknodathon
Active Member
- Messages
- 40
- Type of diabetes
- Type 2
- Treatment type
- Diet only
"Well what a plush little room she has, its got a bed, do I get on straight away?, Wait, there are three chairs, hmm choices, choices, get up front and personal in the face or stand-off and aloof and shrink in the corner in a mystical sort of way? Hmm am I allowed to move them?,, that bed does look good, wee nap would be most welcome, hmm what is on the desk? Better sit down and get close to see, uh-oh incoming question, better reply:
Yadda, yadda. yadda, drinking, toilet, tired, drinking, toilet, more toilet, some more drinking yadda yadda
"Oh, whats this a little black very innocent zipped case, what is this all about, what does she want me to do? Er.. um, better concentrate on this bit...Ketones, what on earth is she going on about, some sort of New York garage band? Wait, she's a doctor.. er.. medical, perhaps? Oh whats this.. its electronic and lights up, how kewl is that, its a Nintendo, my how the NHS has progressed since my last visit! ! I want some of that! Gimme, gimme, hold on a sec.. what's that.. what is she going to do with that tube thing? Where does it fit, there's nothing on by body that will fit that! NO WAY.. keep calm, keep calm.. oih,, she wants blood.. er.. okay MAN UP MAN UP MAN UP, I might lose my arm but Im British, it will only be a flesh wound, what could possibly go wrong! 5, 4, 3... blimey takes a while.. 2. 1... do I get a prize? Dia - wot? Gimme a freakin re-count, best of 3? Lets do it down the police station on their machine? Right, don''t say anything, not a word, keep very still and quiet and she might move on"
Jelly Beans for breakfast
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo, why why why why? She is now staring at me... stop it DO NOT ATTEMPT POETRY AT THIS JUNCTURE YOUR REASONING FUNCTIONS ARE NOW TAKING CONTROL, PLEASE STEP AWAY FROM ALL MOTOR COORDINATION SKILLS AND SEEK APPROVAL BEFORE UTTERING ANYTHING FURTHER"
Yadda, yadda. yadda, drinking, toilet, tired, drinking, toilet, more toilet, some more drinking yadda yadda
"Oh, whats this a little black very innocent zipped case, what is this all about, what does she want me to do? Er.. um, better concentrate on this bit...Ketones, what on earth is she going on about, some sort of New York garage band? Wait, she's a doctor.. er.. medical, perhaps? Oh whats this.. its electronic and lights up, how kewl is that, its a Nintendo, my how the NHS has progressed since my last visit! ! I want some of that! Gimme, gimme, hold on a sec.. what's that.. what is she going to do with that tube thing? Where does it fit, there's nothing on by body that will fit that! NO WAY.. keep calm, keep calm.. oih,, she wants blood.. er.. okay MAN UP MAN UP MAN UP, I might lose my arm but Im British, it will only be a flesh wound, what could possibly go wrong! 5, 4, 3... blimey takes a while.. 2. 1... do I get a prize? Dia - wot? Gimme a freakin re-count, best of 3? Lets do it down the police station on their machine? Right, don''t say anything, not a word, keep very still and quiet and she might move on"
Jelly Beans for breakfast
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo, why why why why? She is now staring at me... stop it DO NOT ATTEMPT POETRY AT THIS JUNCTURE YOUR REASONING FUNCTIONS ARE NOW TAKING CONTROL, PLEASE STEP AWAY FROM ALL MOTOR COORDINATION SKILLS AND SEEK APPROVAL BEFORE UTTERING ANYTHING FURTHER"
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