I've discovered that the less I say, the more rumors I start.
We take the shortest route to the puck and arrive in ill humor.
I was 13 when I developed the classic symptoms of a person who gets diabetes: a lot of weight loss, a tremendous thirst, and blurry eyesight. My mom took me to the hospital, and the doctors took some blood tests. My blood sugar was so high that they knew right away.
If I hadn't learned to lay on a two-hander once in a while, I'd never have left Flin Flon.
All I can say is it's improper to criticize someone 30 years later.
My dad had an aunt at the turn of the century who died from diabetes, but she was the closest affected relative in my family.
With the glucometer, I always know how much blood sugar I've got, so I can adjust my insulin or the food I eat.
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