Imagine my surprise (no…actually do it, don’t pretend) when a letter hit my doormat this morning offering me participation in a diabetes medicine trial. 8 weeks of being prodded, pricked and drained at a private hospital not far from here. A total of 9 days and nights residential time and a lot of early morning outpatient appointments and after it all….£2,800 for my trouble.

The problem are two fold…

1) I don’t think I will be able to get the time of work at short notice, particularly as I am going to profit from it.

2) My head might grow inexpicably large and I might die, as happened to some poor people last year. Probably an exaggeration but you never know. I suspect I would be required to sign some sort of ‘waiver’.

More thought required. I have until Thursday to get back to them.

He ponders…

Categories: Diabetes, Work
Tags: Diabetes