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Sunday, June 14, 2009
A Story...
7:05 PM | 
Posted by
Christine
...to be taken in any context you would like.
A diabetic goes to visit the doctor. The doctor tells the diabetic to cut back on the indulgences, to exercise often, and get regular checkups.
The diabetic scoffs, then continues laying on the couch, eating cookies, and neglecting those checkups.
After a while, the diabetic doesn't feel so great. Extremities start turning strange colors, time mysteriously disappears, and the diabetic is eventually rushed to the hospital in a coma.
The doctor shakes his head sadly. Amputation is unavoidable, as is an insulin pump. A life is saved, but at an incredible expense (both physically and monetarily).
How does the story end?
Does the diabetic sue the doctor for taking his limbs? Is the doctor publicly chastised as a butcher who ruined the diabetic's life?
Does the diabetic learn to change unhealthy habits, becoming a more healthy individual, who has learned lessons the hard way?
Is the diabetic found dead in a gutter months later?
We shall see, my friends.
We shall see.
A diabetic goes to visit the doctor. The doctor tells the diabetic to cut back on the indulgences, to exercise often, and get regular checkups.
The diabetic scoffs, then continues laying on the couch, eating cookies, and neglecting those checkups.
After a while, the diabetic doesn't feel so great. Extremities start turning strange colors, time mysteriously disappears, and the diabetic is eventually rushed to the hospital in a coma.
The doctor shakes his head sadly. Amputation is unavoidable, as is an insulin pump. A life is saved, but at an incredible expense (both physically and monetarily).
How does the story end?
Does the diabetic sue the doctor for taking his limbs? Is the doctor publicly chastised as a butcher who ruined the diabetic's life?
Does the diabetic learn to change unhealthy habits, becoming a more healthy individual, who has learned lessons the hard way?
Is the diabetic found dead in a gutter months later?
We shall see, my friends.
We shall see.
4 comments:
Do I know the diabetic in question?
WF
I adore you, but you're not playing along here. There's a reason I opened the post the way I did, and now you're making me kill the spirit of things :/
We're all diabetics in one way or another - personally, politically, financially, or physically. It's a broad metaphor. Paint with your own brush.
/petulance
Thank God you explained it to Wes because I was lost. Were you dropping acid when you wrote that story?
*runs off to buy brushes, paint and some blue tape*
Oh, right right right right right.
(I gotta lotta diabetics in my family, so I tend to get all literal at that word.)
WF