We Have No Bananas

It’s nearly 3am and I should be asleep. Actually let me rephrase that… Normally I would be asleep, but tonight is different. Tonight I couldn’t take any sleeping pills because I have to be up before noon tomorrow which is something I haven’t managed in the past week whilst taking the pills. I have been waking up anywhere between 4 am and 8 and having a cigarette and then heading back to bed, it’s that or I fall over where I stand. You would think that after taking these things for a few months my body would have built up some kind of resistance to them like most of my other drugs have done and continue to do so. I am not complaining as I like the fact that I can take two little orange pills and be asleep within an hour, that works for me fella.

I am now into week three of taking Byetta and I really do think it’s having some beneficial effects. I wasn’t a big eater before but I am seriously watching what I eat after a couple of really uncomfortable evenings early on. Obviously I don’t look any different… well at least I don’t see any difference. I wouldn’t I see me every day..lol. I go back to see the diabetic specialist nurse next Wednesday and I’ll find out then how much if any I have lost in the past few weeks and then my dosage will increase to 10 micrograms. Doesn’t sound a lot but that stuff fucks you up the first few days of taking it at 5 micrograms can’t wait to find out what 10 will do:/

I like to think of myself as fully clued in on today’s internet trends. I have two twitter accounts a semi regularly blog I have a Facebook account that I check daily (and I hate FarmVille and all those other game “apps”). But you know something I am so socially retarded that I don’t make use of them. I feel self concious about posting a status on Facebook because I don’t know how my odl school friend will react to my mentalism. I am sure if they took a look at my profile page it wouldn’t take them long to find the link to this blog. Some of the people I have friended over the past 18 months of Facebook haven’t exactly approved of my lifestyle and some of their comments have outraged me at times, but I sat back and hid below the parapets of possible flamage. When I say Lifestyle, I refer to my reliance on state benefits. It would be safe to say that quite a few of my peers from school are probably Daily Mail readers who look at The Sun for the pictures. One or two of them that I have let onto my little roller coaster car have been supportive. I think I have to use exceptional judgement to whom and of what I tell people. When campaigns like Time To Change talk about stigma I guess I am starting to learn that we stigmatise ourselves more than anything else.

Changing the subject totally, I always thought of myself as a man of the people and for the working man, but I gotta say a big FUCK YOU to the the train workers who have decided to go on strike the second week of the Easter holidays. For once in my puny little life I had actually gotten myself psyched up about going out some where and having a day out in public or maybe better yet, going to stay with my brother for a few days. BUT NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO Bob Crowe (the fucker in charge of the union) decides that it’s better to strike that to discuss and work things out. He thinks that it’s better to ruin peoples holidays. God that Crowe fucker doesn’t my nut in.. he always has and he always will. So you know where you’ll find me the week after Easter.. right fuckin here.

That’s it from me.

Until Next Time…

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