:: From Ladlass ...
I was cured! No more injections, no more diets and grams and tests. I often had those dreams in the early days: a mistaken diagnosis and I was back to normal.
As soon as I woke, I knew I was not. I lay in bed, half asleep, trying to drag up the energy to sit up and do a blood test. I failed, and slept some more. When I surfaced again, my room was full of sunshine and the noise of banging.
'Wake up our Lyn, else I'm coming in!' Kev was sounding very agitated about something.
'I am awake - shurrup and gerroff', I replied in my usual charming manner.
'Well get up then. you should have had a blood test and an injection two hours ago.'
'What time is it?' I was suddenly interested.
'Ten thirty'
'Ohhhh - hell and damnation.' I staggered out of bed ...
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