Chocolate and gestational diabetes should not be mentioned in the same sentence.
I have or shall I say 'had' a phobia of needles. So when my obstetrician breaks it to me the day before Good Friday (of all days), that I have gestational diabetes and need to get this under control or else I will need insulin shots, I felt sick in the stomach. I started to feel clammy and I suddenly had flashbacks to my uni days.
When I was a student teacher many years ago, I remember one occasion when I was standing against the wall at the school assembly early Monday morning 'my first day at this school, standing proud to be a grade six student teacher.' I wanted to make an impression and that I certainly did.
The assembly was nearly finished with the principal reeling off the important memos for the week. When the last important notice was a reminder that all grade 6 girls were to have their rubella needles the next day, well that was it for me. My legs became heavy, unable to hold me up, I felt dizzy, the room was spinning and then – thud! I not only slid down the wall but I also managed to fall and squash some poor innocent child. I woke up on the floor with several faces staring down at me. I was hot, clammy, numb and embarrassed. I just wanted to crawl into a big hole.
So being told that I may have to give myself needles several times daily, did not go down well.