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[giacona]

today was actually a rather good day.
being at 125 pounds or so, 36 minute phone calls with guitar interludes, caring about my health, doritos in calculus, musical shenanigans with cody, and ddr are nice.

dad says no to little sugar or starch, or anything with ridiculous amounts of carbs, and i have to get my blood tested every other day (noooooo my hands D:).
i see weintraub on the 5th of november.

first of all, what the FUCK am i gonna be eating on halloween? no candy? that's crap.
second, is it really necessary? i don't want to go through all of this and have it be nothing.

oh, and mr. diabeetus himself just walked in and completely terrified me.
i'm trying really hard not to believe i have this but it's getting more difficult to not think i'm "diseased" as dad describes it when it keeps getting thrown in my face.

i know the conditions i would have to follow if i had it after living with someone with type 2 for my whole life.
it would really REALLY suck.

i'm going to indulge in a lollipop tomorrow. my favorite kind. shhh.

- helen.