So I've been a little bitter about my diabetes for many years now. I don't like it one bit. Moreover, I have been more than a tad unhappy about the way it's treated. Surely since insulin was discovered in the 20's, better treatments have been developed. Sadly, this is not so. metformin, with it's stomach wreaking side effects, and insulin are still the only game in town. What gives!? Where are the 21st century treatments!?
Alas! at the end, this darn disease was caused by my life-style and so there is no one else to blame but me. And to be fair, I finally understood why doctors treat this disease the way they do; that is, they work under the assumption that the patient will not alter their eating habits nor they will exercise and so they pile up the metformin and the insulin.
Perhaps after taking my metformin and feeling like an alien is about to burst through my belly will motivate me to finally loose the rest of my extra weight (400lbs around the year 2000, 250lbs today) and finally kick diabetes by the wayside.
Peace.
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