A DIABETIC NIGHTMARE.!!!!!
On the lighter side……<br
nighmare!!!<br
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agony, he suddenly smelled the aroma of his favorite
chocolate chip cookies wafting up the stairs. He gathered
his remaining strength, and lifted himself from the
bed. Leaning against the wall, he slowly made his way
out of the bedroom, and with even greater effort
forced himself down the stairs, gripping the railing
with both hands.<br
breath, he leaned against the doorframe, gazing into the
kitchen. Were it not for death’s agony, he would have
thought himself already in heaven: there, spreads out
upon newspapers on the kitchen table were literally
hundreds of his favorite chocolate chip cookies.<br
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heroic love from his devoted wife, seeing to it that he
left this world a happy man? Mustering one great final
effort, he threw himself toward the table, landing on his
knees in a rumpled posture. His parched lips parted;
the wondrous taste of the cookie was already in his
mouth; seemingly bringing him back to life. The aged and
withered hand, shakingly, made its way to a cookie<br
the edge of the table, when it was suddenly smacked
with a spatula byhis wife.<br
out of those,” she said. “They’re for the funeral.”