The doctors raised my insulin dosage, but lowered the antibiotics. That’s good because I’m currently feeling well except for the effects the antibiotics are having on my digestive tract. I’ve switched to a diabetic-friendly meat-intensive diet but I’m still losing weight because anything that enters my body (including water and air) are immediately converted into flaming sharty poo. At least it’s not as bad as the last time when I started bleeding internally. Using the potty then looked like I was dumping tomato juice into the toilet. Warning – do not read the preceding paragraph if you are eating, have a weak stomach, or don’t want to think of me fire-sharting Campbell’s tomato soup at all hours of the day.
So, my normal unhealthy diet is out. Gone are the days when I mostly ate meat as an occasional flavoring instead of the focus of the meal, and also cut are those horrible rice, noodle, and soy meals. I’m now eating mostly pig products (bacon, sausage, ham) and cheeses (which I hope will induce constipation). I’m glad my diabetic diet has set me straight. With my new American pork-intensive meal plan I don’t have to worry about becoming obese and dying young like the Japanese. As you will see from these pictures of totally typical Japanese females, morbid obesity generally takes hold by high school
and by adulthood, they are left struggling to move their own bulk for the short remaining time left to them.
They need pig parts, stat. Or maybe just a good porking.
So that’s where I am now. I’m alive and not particularly enjoying it. All my activities are centered around being no more than five minutes away from an available toilet, which pretty much means my apartment and my cubicle. I’ve survived the latest hospital visit and am almost over the illness du jour, and now I just need to recover from the drugs. For once, booze and bunnies may not save me, but I’m still willing to try the bunnies if anyone wants to ship one to me. Remember the air holes this time.