Still Sweet, but Ego Deflated.

I'm Diabetic: people always said I was too sweet, now it's official.

On Monday went for my yearly check up. Nurse was putting drops in my eyes so that they could test for Glaucoma or something like that. She said I hope you won't mind this will sting: A LOT. I replied I hope you won't mind Nurse when I SCREAM A LOT.

Good news: they found a heart bump bumping away to the right rhythm. Bosanova or something, wasn't a Tango anyway – slow slow quick quick slow.

Mr. Doc looked into my eyes, tested my reflexes, stuck pins in my feet, and then looked into my empty wallet and sent me home.

Said you are doing fine: see ya next year, meanwhile,  cut down on what you are drinking. Only two cups of Tea a day for me now.

Feeling great. Walked down the street and got onto a crowded bus. I'm standing alongside the middle door swinging on the hand rail: swinging on rails come naturally to me. Strange that!

Lovely girl starts smiling at me. Wow I'm thinking. YOU AIN’T LOST IT PAL. Still getting the ladies to smile at you.

Down home: before I came to Dublin I had birds flocking to me. I fed the chickens.

Back to the smiling girl. She got up and offered her seat, insisting I sat down. The sign on the bus wall said “Please surrender this seat to an elderly person.”