26 April 2017

Tiresome

Spent most of the evening talking The Boy down from being all Hulk-Mode.

It seems very linked to his blood sugar levels, as he's pre-diabetic.

His sugars spike and off to the races we go.

Sigh.
Posted by Angus McThag at 00:02
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  1. Technomad26 April, 2017 13:40

    Believe me, I can sympathize. I remember when I had to calm my mother down after she'd got her third ticket in a year, knew she was going to lose her driver's license, and was screaming that she was going to kill herself. The cops wanted to institutionalize her, and if there'd been a judge on duty to sign paperwork, off she might have gone. Instead, I managed to talk everybody down and got the scene reasonably serene again.

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