After speaking the magic word “Diabetes” I was invited back to the Medical Tech’s desk at the front.
“I wish you would have mentioned something about that before,
"I stopped taking all medication about a year and a half ago. I'm a regular blood donor and my vitals are always right on. My only prescription is for Omega 3 jellies. Can I see my AARP Rep now? And about that phone call"
"So you don't take any diabetes medication."
"I was diagnosed over ten years ago after losing a lot of weight and when they began to drug me, I gained a lot of weight. So I went on the diabetes inception weight loss program, lost a lot of weight, changed my diet, quit smoking, seldom drink alcohol, write everyday, drink a lot of filtered water not straight from the tap, seldom go anywhere, work in the garden raising composting worms, help to keep the neighborhood safe and my twenty-something neighbors call me a 'Sad Old Man' and have me arrested. Go figure."
"Halloween and a Snickers bar yesterday. Don't give me any drugs. I'm fine." I said though the incarceration was becoming a bit more clear. An officer snipped my plastic cuffs and I was able to use the latrine before returning to the metal bench across from pacing like a caged lion Tom Cruise. A white guy appearing to be in his forties was chained to the far wall. I really have no clue of how he got there nor from whence he came. I was now neither cuffed nor shackled sitting next to Kurt Vonnegut again and another guy sitting beside a plastic bag that appeared to be attached to the young man with what looked like a brick in it. My first thought was that he gets to keep his drugs with him.
The door was directly in front of us. "If this was really a movie we'd escape," I commented to Kurt Vonnegut. "So it goes," he said.
[What's fact and what's fiction is debatable -- So when such is the truth thus inflatable -- Some such records will show it's the cameras that know with information exploding -- So much integrity eroding -- And there's still such a long way to go. -->>L.T.Rhyme]
There was a piece of litter on the floor in front of me. Not being cuffed I knew not to make any moves whatsoever. No matter how annoying it became as people walked back and forth -- kicking it -- The Wipe, whatever it was. -- And then we reconnected -- temporarily -- my property and me. -->> Rupert L.T.Rhyme