My Story.

Obsessive compulsions and sugar dilemas.

Joe was gone for about 30 minutes. She spent 25 minutes of that cleaning. I had left her alone for barely 2 minutes while I went for a pee. I got back to the living room to find her missing. She wasn't in the kitchen although the table had been set and there was 4 rounds of bread and butter. I called her name. No response. Then I heard the hoover. I followed the noise and found her on the stairs.

"What'ya doin love?"

"Hoovering."

"Why?"

"It needs to be done."

"Come and have a kiss and cuddle on the sofa with me."

"I will when I've done this."

I lent in and kissed her. It seemed to be working. She put the pipe down. She wrapped her arms around my neck and we sat down with her on my knee. I thought about maybe initiating a quickie while joe was out. Smeagle was definitely up for the challenge. Then I reconsidered. I didn't want her to think that it was only about sex. I settled for a good snogging session.

As we kissed I let my mind go blank. I wanted to enjoy this moment as much as possible. I was jolted back by Kerry suddenly gasping. She jumped off my knee and ran into the kitchen shouting about needing to check on the pie. I sauntered after her thinking maybe I could snake my arms around her again.

Wrong.

She was like a whirlwind. No sooner had I got into the kitchen and sat down she was rushing back into the lounge.

"Back in a few minutes."

A few seconds later I heard the hoover go back on. I was beside myself worrying about her. I sparked up. I was on my 2nd cigarette when Joe walked in. He looked at the table then at me.

"I tried. She's hoovering the stairs. KERRY JOE'S BACK."

"Again?"

"What do you mean again?"

"She's done that every other day since you left for Japan."

"Done what?"

"Hoovered etc...she's pretty much bottomed the house ever other day and I mean right through. The only rooms she hasn't touched is the loft rooms. She's terrified of being up in the loft alone."

"Fuck sake."

I went to get her while Joe served up.

"Kerry love. Joe's back. Time to eat."

She went pale and seemed to panic.

"Erm. It's okay. You eat. I'll finish doing the stairs then I'll come to you."

"No love. Come eat while it's warm."

"it's okay. I'll finish this first."

I was so angry.

Not with her. With her family and that twat. What had happened to her that she was convinced she needed to clean the house top to bottom so much. I stomped into the kitchen. I got some scissors from the drawer. Joe looked worried.

"What's wrong?"

"She said she's going to finish hoovering the stairs first. So if she can't bloody hoover then she'll have to come eat."

"What're you doing? "

"Cutting the fucking plug off."

"Bit extreme."

" Not if it stops her from behaving like a skivvy."

"Okay. Well lunch is ready anyway."

I pulled the plug out of the wall. Kerry looked up just in time to see me cut the plug off. She immediately looked like she was going to cry. I picked her up over my shoulder and went back into the kitchen. I set her down. I sat down in front of her and cupped her face in my hands. I kissed her gently.

"Sit down and eat love. You're not a maid."

Around 10 minutes into the meal I noticed that Kerry had barely eaten. I put my hand on hers. She was trembling. I looked at her and she was pale and sweating. I jumped up.

"Kerry love? ....JOE SOMETHING'S WRONG!"

As I spoke she collapsed in my arms. I was panic struck.

"CALL AN AMBULANCE....QUICK."

While Joe was calling 999 I carried Kerry into the living room. I sat with her cradled on my lap.

"Kerry love wake up. Please sweetheart open your eyes. Come on please. Kerry love please."

I was that scared I hadn't noticed Corrine come in. I only noticed when she told Joe to meet the Paramedics at the end of the alley. When he asked her why she said that if they came in the front door my fans and the press would see. Her last words sent me into a rage.

"I will not let a teenage girl overdosing ruin his reputation."

I blew up.

"SHE HAS NOT FUCKING OVERDOSED. SHE HASN'T BEEN ALONE TO TAKE DRUGS AND SHE'S NOT AN ADDICT ANYWAY."

I asked joe to pop next door and see if our neighbour who was a G.P could come over. I added as sarcastically as possible.

"Make sure you bring him in using the back door. Can't have anyone seeing a man come into the house."

Corinne glared at me and hissed something in German at me. I didn't care. I was more concerned about my girl. By the time Joe got back she was awake but groggy. Joe immediately went to meet the paramedics. Dr Kapur asked me questions about her and what had happened. I explained that she was bulimic and what had just happened. He said is she diabetic.

"I...I don't know."

Kerry spoke.

"Opposite."

"Opposite what angel?"

"Not Diabetic. Opposite."

I was confused. Dr Kapur wasn't obviously.

"Ahh bulimic Hypoglycaemia. Not to worry easy to fix. Small amounts of sweet food and no stress."

Joe came in with the paramedics. Dr Kapur explained that she didn't need hospital attention. One of them gave me a packet of chewable glucose tablets.

"I have the same condition. When my blood sugar plummets I take one of these. 15 minutes later I'm okay... also cheese is good at balancing sugar levels.. I hope your daughter gets better soon Mr Bowie."

"She's not my daughter. "

Coco glared at me then ushered them out before I could tell them anything else. Joe took Dr Kapur back through the alley and came in through the front door just as coco was telling me she had brought the paramedics silence. Joe was furious. They started arguing (again) I told them to stop. I sent coco home and asked Joe to go rent a movie. He was gone for around 40 minutes. I spent the whole time asking her about her condition.

I got a deeper knowledge of her kidney issue. Her right kidney is twisted and looks like a number 8. The narrow part where it's twisted gets infected very easily if she didn't drink plenty of fluids and causes her a lot of lower back pain as well as the constant feeling of needing to pee. She told me that her Hypoglycemia attacks had been really bad while she was living with the twat. She was supposed to eat at regular intervals and naturally twatbag had withheld food. This meant she was very as she put it dosile and easy to control. Seriously he could have fucking killed her doing that shit. I then asked her about the Hypoglycemia. The kidney problem had a knock on effect to her pancreas which caused her Hypoglycemia add all that onto bulimia and my girl was a walking miracle to me. She told me she practically lived on Mars bars and Coca Cola because they kept her sugar levels high but didn't overfill her. So clever. 

I promised her there and then I would follow her lead as far as food was concerned. I told her we would go shopping for all the things she liked and she could have her own shelf in our fridge.