Saturday.
Another fun-filled day at Fraggle Rock.
Nothing much happened there that doesn't every shift.
But outside of work, I saw an interview with the ex Olympic rower and medal winner Steve Redgrave. Didn't know he was type 2 diabetic. So the next person that says I'm type two because I'm fat and lazy, I shall tell them to check their facts. He is neither in fact when he was diagnosed he was still competing full time. His is genetic as is mine. It runs in my family... I have no proof but I am convinced that both my parents had it, from what I've learned about the symptoms, they fit the brief.
Sunday.
I don't know how to describe today, it was an odd one, I went from being in the Petrol for an hour, to being on a till, to being asked to put left-behinds and hangers etc, to helping a poor guy in a wheelchair to shop. He was not in a good way. He lost his key fob to get into his flat which is across from the shop. I was asked to push him over the road, while another colleague came with. It wasn't easy, it was a hospital-style chair and they are a bitch to move. Not bad for someone with limited mobility myself eh? Anyway after a while and a phone call to the police we managed to get him home. Poor bugger. I'm paying for it now my ankle is swollen and my arm is pulling like a bitch. Oh well, it's only me being mardy.
If you can't tell by my tone, I'm not in a good mood. A few things have made me feel like I'm being pushed to my limits. It's about time I stopped being so nice.
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