Pete 2012-12-07 15:10:50
Oh……the season to be jolly……fal a lal a lah la
lah——- ” yeh right” I said to myself miserably.
Twas Xmas eve and I drove sedately back from work more
slowly than usual which, was rather odd because this was the
one day in the year so far, that I had driven my normal
route without any hindering traffic. Not even a Cop Car in
hiding. Mentaly, I have been steeling my resolve not to
‘behave’ [odd turn of phrase because I mean the exact
opposite] as in previous – non diabetic years. I pulled over
just outside Beadlam and walked up and down the layby
exercising my a***. I wish I had more meat on it. Sitting
down is like sitting on a cobblestone marketplace. I
remembered some years ago a similar sensation only I was
p***** at the time. I mused over being able to remember
that. 1030am and already I was feeling depressed. My wife
and the last resident kid, were hoping that I might not be
my miserable self. Lately I have been morose and short
tempered. I resolved to make a supreme effort, got into the
car and sped off wheels spinning with the CD playing as loud
as I dare [Fragma – my favourite]. 10 mins later I flattened
a hapless Phesant. Blood, feathers and snot flying
everywhere. Nothing I could do – one thing you do not do at
a ton is to do anything rapid. I wondered if there was any
damage to the car and then promtly forgot about it…….oh
the season to be jolly fal la la la la la
Got home and tested my blood. Bollocks…….6.4! Decided to
delay my lunch and suffer the growling belly whilst I set
about tidying the house up. Wife will be home soon,
knackered from work. Had a small tin of pichards in a spicy
tomato sauce and three Ryvita then made a coffe and ambled
to my office to finish off some last minute paper work.
Spent the afternoon doing all the ironing whilst the missus
cracked on with Xmas Day lunch. I worked in silence. TV off
and Radio off……only the creaking of the ironing board
and kitchen sounds to distract me. I wandered off into my
own little dream world.
Dammit!!!! I looked at my watch 5:30pm and the DVD that I
had rented was due back…..15 mins to get it to the shop
before it closed. I sped off.
Tea time……..salad and two slices of ham + 3 huge pickled
onions. In walks Danielle back from seeing her boyfriend.
Tea finished I drove off to collect my son from work – he
lives away from home and returns on hollidays and for the
odd week end – got back home 7:30pm.
Checked my Blood……Bollocks! 6.5 F*** it!! I got my
trainers on and ran off into the dark without a clue as to
where I was going. Got knackered and turned around, ran
through a pile of dog s*** splattering it up the back of my
joggers. Got home cleaned my trainers, threw all my gear
into the washing machine and walked in my underpants past my
gawping sister in law to the shower room. I farted loudly
and dived into the shower nearly slipping.
Dressed to kill and smelling like a whores handbag, I sat in
the dim sitting room and promptly fell asleep. I was rudely
awakend by the wife hovering over me screeching “c’mon you
lazy git…..it’s 9:00pm.” Drowsily I staggered to get my
coat but after fighting with the mess in the cupboard
decided to do without – too much hassle. Off to the pub in a
short sleeve shirt thinking that I was going to regret it.
Three Red Wines later and my morose demeanour had
disappeared. PARTY TIME!!!!. A couple of wines later and we
moved on to the next pub – closer to home, stagger distance.
I slurred my order and was presented with a pint of lager. I
made it last but very soon another found its way into my
sticky little mit. I was having a great time. hic……half
past midnight we lumbered home to find Danielle laying on
the floor with the telephone poised on her throat like it
was trying to throttle her. Clearly her boyfriend had bored
her to death!!! I wondered where my son had gotten to and
helped get the last minute things done before collapsing
Xmas Day 10:30am – a record!! Never been alowed to sleep in
so long. Got up, showered and thought how nice not to have a
hangover. Went for a short walk and arrived back to the
smell of breakfast billowing out of the kitchen extractor.
As I walked into the rear lobby there was an awfull smell of
rotten eggs. Someone had farted and it was not me!! I hung
in the air like it does in a pothole. I left the door open.
Ben was seated and tucking into scrambled eggs. “Where did
you get to last night?” I enquired. He looked decidely
rough. “Dunno” he muttered. My scrambled eggs appeared. I
took a mouthful and promptly spat it out all over the table.
They were rotten. That was no fart I had smelt coming into
the lobby. It was the rotten eggs. “Sorry” the wife muttered
and another breakfast magically appeared in front of me just
as I returned from the toilet.
My son had fallen asleep in a field and had woken at 6:0am.
He didn’t have a clue why he had been there. Idiot.
Up to 1:0pm we opened pressies and trashed the living room.
The in laws visited as usual and I was in good spirits. Off
to the pub again. More Red wine. [Bout three] and back for
Xmas Dinner…………more Red Wine. I didn’t bother doing
me BG all day – what the h***. Turkey, stuffing, sprouts,
broccoli, carrots, peas, pickled onions again, peppers,
sausages wrapped in bacon. More Red wine……..hic. More
pressies to open.
I fell asleep in the chair and woke to discover I had missed
tea. 8:00pm and the DVD player going I watched the box
chomping on pistachio nuts, chocolate nuts and had four or
five Quallity Street. Two pints of Elder Flower and Apple
squash and a shower – then bed.
Boxing Day – 05:30 got up to my usual porridge and coffee
before going to work….BG 6.2 – lower than usual – odd. Off
to work feeling happy, rested and full of beans. Just done
my BG now and a resounding 5.1 and I am feeling decidedly
not depressed. In fact I am going to go the the pub for
The nicest pressie I got this year was a short period of not
thinking about diabetes or bothering with it at all. I
was/am happy, full of fun and now realise that I have been
too hard on myself of late and without the need. I am
looking forward to the New Year with glee and a slightly
different attitude. Right that is my rambling over with. I’m
off to get showered and changed into new clothes that
actually fit – including new shreddies – and plan to watch
another DVD later if I don’t fall asleep.
A belated Merry Xmas to you all and I sincerely hope that
the New Year treats you all well.
A heartfelt thanks for your friendship, companionship and
the invaluable help you have given in what for me has been a
very distressing year – not just diabetes. Your support and
company has kept me sane and focussed on leading a new life.
Thank you. Each and everyone.
Diagnosed 20/03/03 Type II D&E + Metformin + Gliclazide
+ Asprin 210lbs at Dx to BMI 166lbs achieved.
To mail: aspen at freeuk.com