I feel like a pincushion, as above mentioned. They have taken blood from both my arms, and if it turns out that I am in fact diabetic, I'll go and drown in the Danube.
Well, no, I prolly won't do that. But I won't care.
I mean I have 4 illnesses already, all of them inherited from various family members, if I also have diabetes... Seriously, I already feel like the world hates me for some reason or I have been either someone horrible in my last life, and I mean Horrible with a capital H, or maybe I picked something this horrible, by thinking I'd have some privileges after a life like this.
Either way, even if I turn out to be diabetic, I won't care shit about calories and what I should be eating.
Why? because I'm already dodging food stuff left and right thanks to my allergies, and I seriously don't want the group of foods I can eat to get even smaller.
So. Fuck you, fuck the illnesses and if you poke me that I'm not right you can sure as hell try living like this and not complain as much as I do. if you do manage, then you can cast your stone, Virgin Mary, tyvm.
And in case someone was wondering what these 4 illnesses were that I already have: asthma, heavy allergies (the clawing your eyes out, runny nose, cough, throw up certain foods kind), lipoma (in case you are lazy to google: benign tumors under the skin) and goitre (struma).
And if you were wondering why I haven't killed myself... I'm wondering the same.
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