I waited to tell this story, due to my funny Walmart one... But this happened before Walmart, so...
I went to see a dietitian yesterday morning, to learn more of diabetes, type 2..
The lady, not bad looking older lady, mind you, asked me to demonstrate how I had been using the needles for insulin, so I proceeded to..
Took the alcohol cloth and put it up to my arm.... she suddenly started shaking her head in a 'No' fashion...
WTF?
Explained to me that on me, the arm's too solid for the meds to work...
She came around the desk and asked to see if she could find a proper spot to inject the needle. To which, I had said 'Ok,' to..
I told her that I was game as long as she doesn't chose the stomach... I really, really hate to stick my gut....
She pinched my arms, the back of them, said they were too solid... then my lower back and upper butt... again, too solid... my lower to upper thighs, off to the side... once again, she said they're way too solid... then she pinched my gut all over..
Said " we have an inch here" ( meaning the pinched meat) but i really thought I should have been insulted...
I'm like so?
She looks up at me and said, " Dave, I have some bad news" and then gave me a wicked, evil smile...
All I said was " The guts area?"
Inside...
I was screaming...
NNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!
