Diabetic Follies: Part 3

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?

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Tags: diabetes, diabetic, type 1, type 2

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