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Photo Article: Grilled Octopus supreme - diary of a diabetic day 16

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- Tom Winnifrith

The excitement of the snake killing left me so excited that I skipped lunch which I know is not the way that a man with type 2 diabetes should behave. There is no need to lecture me. Perhaps i should not admit that i had also more or less skipped breakfast, having just one small piece of rough bread. The oddity is that I am eating far less but am not hungry. Well it is not that odd.

One sign of severe diabetes is that you drink like a fish but are always thirsty. Another is that you find yourself eating like a horse but losing weight. My body is getting back into shape and so I no longer eat like a horse but I am really losing weight. The trousers are within weeks of being unbearably loose and, already. must be hitched up frequently ato spare my blushes.

Suffice to say that when I got back into Kalamata at about seven I was feeling a bit feint. I left my phone in my car. Then I left something in my room. And something somewhere else. I was not thinking too straight and my blood sugar tested at sub 8 again.

On that matter I have run out of strips and so for reasons I cannot fathom have had to buy Greek strips at 25 Euro. These work in a different machine which came with the strips but measures blood sugar in a different way on a different scale. It is like Celsius and Fahrenheit.

I am sure my doctor back in Bristol is used to dealing with complicated maths involving large numbers. He has to do it once a month when he gets his bloated pay packet so I am sure he can fathom it all out. Anyhow this morning my blood sugar was 8.9 on the old scale and 141 on the new. That comes after a supper last night at my favourite restaurant which is about 400 yards away from my hotel. Grilled Octopus, black eyed pea salad and a few bits of rough bread, lightly toasted drizzled with olive oil and herbs. No ouzo. Just what the doctor ordered.

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