Noot noot!
Damn you didn’t stop peeing? My sincere commiserations brother/sister/sibling. I take diuretics too for heart failure but pretty much as soon as I got started on Metformin it stopped. Well outside of the days where I take my military grade kidney activator it’s back to normal.
It’s even weirder since you got the diabetes under control (many congratulations to you!)
Nope, nothing at all. To be honest it got caught at a very early stage before I could develop any neuropathy or anything but honestly apart from the tiredness of having to get up 3 times a night I did not feel a thing.
Nah pal it’s le Nutella. Don’t ask me why cause I don’t know. The word ending in ‘a’ isn’t a valid argument because you don’t drink une Fanta do you? Or do you?
Buuuut cars are a men thing aren’t they? And yet it’s la voiture… Curious…
It all started in 2022 for me, when my 10,000 trips to the toilet a day peeing habit impeded my sleep. A quick trip to the gp and a stick in a sample later, I was told, yep, it’s the 'beetus. I pee like a normal human being now. But gosh that was exhausting. I was borderline pre-diabetic for a while before that.
Now that’s proper credit to the author, thank you for including a link!
Thank you. I did see squiggles but I couldn’t work it out.
Who’s the author please? I like when they get proper credit in posts.
I have fair eyes and I absolutely hate commuting in the dark. I’m on the road at half 6 when it’s still dark and the amount of SUVs and vans (wonky headlights) is just shocking. I find myself shielding the mirrors with my hands or driving hunched up to avoid getting my retinas lasered off by weapon-grade headlights. It’s so bloody dangerous, and I get flustered because it feels unsafe not being able to see what’s happening behind me. I don’t feel I should have to pull over to let all the fecking Chelsea tractors go past me, I’d be parked all day!
Perhaps I should keep my sunglasses in the car at all times.
Then so be it.
… May I see it?
Mind control? Never heard of 'er!
Of course I love Hobbes.
My anger for the destruction of the old internet. My hatred of those who profit from aforementioned destruction. My pettiness for going against the current.
There’s nothing more intoxicating than the clear absence of a penis.
Sincerely,
Matelt
La règle trente-trois, I see. Consider me enlightened!
Edit: merde non c’est la règle trente-quatre bordel de chiottes