At this point, I’d like to relate to you what happened to me at the Doctor’s yesterday. I’m either going to get prayers, well-wishings, and the occasional love sent my way, or just validate my fears of the devolution of humanity, but seems that I have to say it anyway. Good News: I weighed 302 pounds. A loss of 11 pounds since last time. I haven’t been this close to 300 in ages. Bad News: I’m officially diabetic. Some said that it’s caused by my weight, but I think heredity has something to do with it too. My grandmother has it, so it’s in my family history. It’s not that bad, actually. If I can continue to lose weight, and find a way to exercise more, chances are I’ll overcome this problem. Also, I only have to take pills and I angled for a Freestyle brand blood sugar monitor. ( https://www.myfreestyle.com/ ) The kind that lets you test on your forearm. In fact, I insisted on that: I’m not going to prick my fingers, I need all ten of them to type. I want to have some fun with this meter, since I’m going to be testing my blood. I want to get a spare can of testing strips, so I can test my blood in other places on my body. I pop a zit, then dab it with a strip. Small paper cut, dab it with a strip. Nosebleed? You got it, dab it with a strip. I want to be the first dude in my block to get a subdural blood sugar monitor, something I can plug to my computer and watch my blood sugar levels rise and fall in real time. “Why is that number hitting 500 all of the—oh, I ate that pizza.” To me, it’s just for curiosity and lols. Probably the best thing to do with something like Type 2 Diabetes. If you going to have to treat it, might as well have fun with it. That’s what I say.