Revenge

I got really pissed off yesterday. It all started a couple of months ago when I went to get my prescription renewed. The locum doctor mentioned that I was at the maximum dose for medication but as my blood sugar continued to increase they might have to consider insulin. Yesterday was the appointment with a diabetes specialist in Nimes. He decided to try some different drugs but encouraged me to lose weight. Frankly I'm not in the mood to lose weight. I'm happy as I am but listening to him tell me what I can and can't eat sent me into a depressing downward spin. No fat, no sugar, no cereals, no meat, no fruit, no wine, no spirits, no bloody anything unless it's a vegetable. If you think about it, if I fancy a curry, all I'm allowed to do is suck on a chili. I've got to become a bloody vegan. (He didn't say you couldn't, he just said not much of all those things - Ed). How very bloody depressing.

Anyway, I was sitting there feeling thoroughly pissed off when Bryan popped round. That was all I needed, I'd give the doctor something to work on. We both got stuck into a few of bottles of wine and Jan cooked me a big fry up. That'll teach the bastard. (I think you're missing the point here! - Ed).

I've got a bit of a headache today.