Diabetes and high blood pressure are strange beasts, in that you don't necessarily 'suffer' from them (I have no discernable symptoms) but having them can make it a whole lot more likely one will suffer from things that are properly hurty - blindness, stroke, heart attack, heart failure etc.
I came back from the chemist yesterday with a big bag containing ACE Inhibitors (for my blood pressure), Metformin (for my blood sugar) and a complicated kit to self-monitor the latter. This involves shooting little needles into my fingertips and squeezing blood onto some strange electronic device, which in turn displays a number which effectively translates into 'still way too high' - in much the same way that bathroom scales work.
|Not exactly health food, but not Chocolate Lard Pie either|
Also noted was the fact that the Dyson Airblade dryers had disappeared and been replaced by regular hand dryers - strange as Brew Wharf was the first place I ever saw the Airblade, years before they took off across the capital. I'm sure the technology was all very advanced, but I can never figure out where I'm supposed to put my cock...
I do feel slightly guilty about polishing off the pommes frites plus a pair of lunchtime pints, especially as I'm cooking my wife a hearty Valentines dinner tonight, but I'll only give myself a small portion, take the Ramipril, and remind myself that the grilled chicken was the healthiest option and it still tasted nice.