Sweet for Me, Sweet

It's imperative that I eat chocolate in sordid quantities at least once a day. It has to be Cadbury's or Lindt, be it Twirls, Crunchie, Dark Gold, or whatever that I can get my hands on.

Comes weekend, and busy with house-chores, my supply of chocolate stop, as Watson is not easily accessible, and to walk to the Shopping Centre means that I have to leave the house and put on a more decent clothing just to get my daily dose of sugar intake. Sometimes I just settle with a spoonful of Manuka honey, sometimes I bake, and sometimes I just leave my craving for sugar alone.

And by the end of the day, I felt nausea, followed by the impulse of ejecting the contents of my stomach in a series of involuntary spasmic movement. This happened last weekend, after a hard day of cleaning the back room to convert into Erin's play/study room.

So all the rice with assam pedas ikan merah, ayam masak lemak cili padi, kobis goreng for lunch, and crackers with camembert cheese and carviar that I snacked upon, came out unexpectedly, with all the bodily fluid that happily found its way out accompanying all the acidic contents a.k.a my near digested food.

The doctor diagnosed hypoglycemia. He said that it has been 7 hours since I had my snack and I need to eat to have my energy. In his own words Quote : Where can tahan not to eat for 7 hours : Unquote. Bollocks!. Hasn't he heard about Ramadhan? Fasting? My dieting regime? (As IF!). He prescribed gastric tablets, another to stop my nauseatic feeling, and a full glass of hot milo with lots and lots of sugar in it. Let it be sweet, he said. You need the sugar, he said. Hmm... I would rather grab a bar or two or 'definitely' maybe 3, of Cadbury's chocolate instead.

I blamed it on the camembert, as it was packed in the same container as the blue cheese, the parmesan and the Morbier. While the rest had turn bad, I scrapped the rind of the camembert and ate the succulent creamy cheese, topped with White Sturgeon caviar on plain crackers.

I am not diabetic... I am not diabetic... Denial...denial... Although diabetic is known to be hereditary, I still say that I am not diabetic. I need to get a full body check up soon. Bugger!

Everyone has at one time or another gone to the clinic, only to be shoved a small red capped container for pee sample. I hate that. Being a woman, and being pregnant more than 5 times and loving it too, been given the red-capped container happens too many a time. Pregnancy tests, antenatal check ups, or whatever and whenever they need pee to do tests with.

How do you pee in a 2-inch circumference container? How do you navigate and target solely into such small opening? I have never, ever able to target into the container without spraying all over my fist with my own amber coloured slightly acid fluid that felt warm from my body temperature. Should I say 'yucky' to my own bodily fluid?

This is the only time that I wish I had penis instead.