My Life Is Over

I just got back from the Doctor's office, one of my every 4 month appointments to see my endocrinologist and have him check out the old diabetes, make sure I'm not dying and whatnot. We were discussing my increased insulin usage and my food choices (see, for all you normies out there, the more carbohydrate filled food I eat the more insulin I need). I discovered that Chinese food is pretty much the worst think I can eat. The sauces have a ton of sugar, and are really high in salt. Plus, the chicken is fried and fatty. Fat means my body will absorb the carbs slower, and thus my insulin won't go as far and I would need to take more a couple hours after I eat (again, for you normies, we call that "chasing").

So, this is pretty much the worst thing I could ever hear because I LOVE Chinese food. I fucking love it. I would let it take my virginity in the back of my parents Duster on prom night, that's how much I love it. I eat it like 4 times a week (which is weird, because I don't really find Asian women attractive...if you're following my train of thought, I eat Chinese food but not the women...ba-dum-ba!). I mean, Tupac dying sucked. Getting Diabetes in the first place was pretty lame. Getting my pay cut at work due to the recession blew. But this! This cannot be. It feels like when Stephon asked to be traded, ruining my dreams of KG/Starbury/10 titles. The hurt is the same, the betrayal by something I love so dearly is familiar.

The doctor literally said that eating pixie sticks are better for me. I take that to mean I can safely eat ice cream for dinner again, like in my fat days, before Diabetes. In fact, maybe this Chinese embargo isn't so bad after all...