Posted by on Sunday 19 April 2015

Diabetes breakups

I'm sorry. I wish it hadn't come to this, but I'm afraid it's over between us.

I don't know why you are looking so surprised - you must have known this was coming after how things have been between us over the last few weeks.

We've been inseparable for so long now. Hardly a day has gone by in the last 5 years when I've been apart from you. All those times we've shared. All those adventures. All those scrapes we have got through together. And now it's come to this.

I know the polite thing to say is that this is down to me, but we both know that isn't the case here. It's not me, it's you. You've changed - and not in a good way. It's not just me that thinks so. Our friends have noticed the change in you too. And I'm afraid I can't go on living with you like this. You have let me down, when I needed you most. And then when I forgave you and tried to go on as before - you just went and let me down again, and again. And now I hardly even recognise you. I just don't know who you are any more.

Maybe you are looking for someone else? Someone with deeper pockets maybe? I hope you'll find someone for your future, but I know for certain that it isn't me - not while you are behaving like this.

And it breaks my heart, because we have been in this together for so long. Perhaps I came to rely on you too much? There were times when I thought I could accomplish anything as long as you were by my side. But now? Now I'm just waiting to be let down. Waiting to be abandoned. I can't trust you - and I can't be with someone that I can't trust.

I'm not angry I'm disappointed. And angry.

So I'm sorry, but I've found someone else.

For those who have *no* idea what I am going on about... after many years of faithful togetherness it seems that Fruit Pastilles (my pocket-based hypo remedy of choice) have changed their formulation. Over the last fortnight I've had to ditch large parts of several packets which became an unusable gooey mess covered in irremovable tinfoil, occasionally plastered to the inside of my jeans pocket. Nice. The worst discovery was during a training run for my forthcoming 10km road race in support of INPUT. Feeling a bit low and discovering half the remaining pastilles rendered useless 5km from home put me in a pretty tight spot for my run back.


  1. I can recommend these - key rings and wristbands for swimming (or running)

  2. Interesting idea... but really? Gluco-dextro-luco-plaster-of-paris tabs? Bleeeeeeuuuuuuurghhh!! Vile.

  3. Haha brilliant. I kept a packet of dolly mix in my pocket whilst taking part on a Go Ape course in the Wyre Forest. Under the pocket pressure and heat, the tiny cubes had morphed together like the T-1000 from Terminator 2. It was a glorious occasion nibbling into a slab of dolly mix whilst dangling from a tarzan swing.

  4. You can make up with your clingy girl, but you're going to have to get primitive by buying her a bottle of loooong Accu-Chek test strips and get her to reside inside the empty container (the lid contains lots of those keep-it-dry-granules: I've found that both Jelly Tots and Super Cs don't get soppy at all)