Do my thinking for me.

I made another attempt to get the medical profession to deal with my raised blood sugar levels. I am regularly getting early morning readings over 8, which is frankly pants. It has shot up in the past six months. It is even worse than it was two months ago, but can I get a so-called professional to even listen to me? Not a hope.

I got nowhere with the doctor last time, so I thought I would book straight into the diabetic clinic and see a nurse. Maybe I could get some sense out of someone who deals with the disease day in and day out.

I made the appointment, and within an hour the nurse had phoned back to tell me I wasn't diabetic. I'm not on the diabetic list and what's more I shouldn't be using my blood sugar meter!

You are kidding me, right? I should just get ill and wait until the gods in the NHS deem me sufficiently sick to be trusted with using a simple kit. Excellent.

Maybe I should not use my bathroom scales either, then I wouldn't be fat. There are a whole load of possibilities if I take this idea into my everyday life. If I don't use traffic lights, there is no traffic. If I don't use deodorant, I won't smell. If I don't look at my bank account, I won't be overdrawn. How simple my life could be! I would never have to take responsibility for anything ever again.

Oh great and glorious NHS gods!
Please do my thinking for me!
I am not worthy.
I am not worthy.
I am not worthy.
Amen