Hoedown Break

So I’m on a train heading out of the glamorous bristol temple meads for what people are telling me is a well-deserved break.

Things are improving for my dad, he may well be home by the end of the month.
That’s not to say the hard times are over; he has a new course of drugs to take and at least two months of tummy injections (that, at least, I can empathise with), and I’ll need to be around to help him as he’s lost so much mobility.
It won’t be easy, but at least he’s coming home.

Anyway! This isn’t about that, it’s about the HOEDOWN!

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London Calling

I’m off to The Big Smoke later, after a sleep I should already be enjoying.

It’s a friend’s birthday, so a few of us are getting together to celebrate it.

It will be the first time I’ve gone further than Cardiff since I was diagnosed with diabetes, and I’ll be negotiating the tube in the midst of engineering works on the main lines. On my own… *sniffle*

While I’m not quite as terrified as that last line suggests, I am pretty nervous about this weekend. The travelling will be tiring, and what we are doing is still a little up in the air.  It looks like we’ll be going to a club. And here is my real concern.  If we’re out for the day, or we’re going out for a meal and then on to a club, I will have to have my diabetes equipment with me. Which will mean needles and Dextrose tablets.
Seeing as the last time I went into  club in London they made me throw away chewing gum because that’s what desperate drug-users were using to hide their waste of money, I’m not too hopeful for them liking my nice powdery sweets and needles.

I may be itching to say “Hey, I need those to live!” but worst case scenario sees some meathead throwing my equipment away, or the possibility of the night being ruined because I can’t get in anywhere. Even if the latter happens and my friends are understanding, the night will still be ruined for the birthday girl, and that will really get me down if she cares or not.

I’m also not looking forward to
a) telling them all about the condition and what they need to do if things go bad
b) having diabetes be the only thing I really have to talk about.

I am looking forward to seeing my uni mates, though, honest.

Anyway. I gotta sleep as I have to be up again in a few hours.