737. Sweetest Day
© Bruce Goodman 17 October 2015
Jeffrey’s wall calendar declared it to be Sweetest Day. He didn’t live anywhere near where they celebrated it, but a quick search revealed it to be a day concocted by the candy companies to sell more sweets before Halloween hit the shops. Or maybe it was a day invented by dentists.
And why not celebrate? thought Jeffrey.
The truth was he’d been feeling a bit down recently. A few things had happened in his life that made him sad. (These things need not be mentioned). A Sweetest Day celebration, commercial or not, would brighten his life a little. Besides, he had an appointment with the doctor the next morning about the few things that had been getting him down.
Jeffrey bought himself a big box of chocolates. He devoured them one by one while watching his favourite video. Of course, the Sweetest Day celebration was a justifiable excuse. Jeffrey bought chocolates every day. He was extremely overweight. His wife had left him and taken the kids. They were sick of the man who refused to get help. Basically he was addicted to sugar. The doctor had previously told him that he was heading for diabetes.
Jeffrey said diabetes was genetic, and the doctor said there were several kinds and his was self-inflicted. Jeffrey didn’t believe him. He’d grown up believing that diabetes was hereditary and he wasn’t changing his stance. The doctor had obviously said that because he was overweight. He wouldn’t mind giving sugar up if the doctor had been truthful. But, oh no, the doctor had to invent some untruthful concoction about diabetes being self-inflicted.
Happy Sweetest Day! to all who celebrate it, wherever and whoever you are!