When I was around the age of 18 and a registered voter I began to get postcards from the military. I could get free stuff like a mini flash light. I mean seriously there is no such thing as a cool 18 year old without a mini flashlight.
All I had to do was fill out my address information and my name and they would mail the mini flashlight to me. Oh I would probably also get a call from a recruiter but when they called I could totally blow them off. I mean I already had what I wanted, a mini effing flashlight.
The calls were nonstop it felt like an overbearing girlfriend. Don’t get me wrong I love America but I am bad enough at the card game War let alone actual war. I am more of liability with all of my screaming and weeping and pants constantly being peed in.
What does this have to do with diabetes? Well I finally agreed to meet with a recruiter and after listening to him talk I was ready to sign up. . he said he had one last question, if I had any diseases. I told him that I was diabetic. He closed his brief case and sadi thank you for your time and left.
Seems that could have been his first question, no?