Type II Diabetes

Fuck.

I have Type II diabetes.

Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck. And fuck again.

On the positive side, they caught it incredibly early: my blood sugar is only a couple of points into the diabetic range. Also, this WILL lead to a healthier lifestyle, and if I play my cards right I should be able to avoid health problems for some time to come.

It's hereditary, and with the weight I gained from the Nortryptiline and my sedentary artist's lifestyle (not to mention artist's diet), I suppose this shouldn't be a real surprise. Still, I had my last piece of illicit chocolate the night before last, when I found out, and I can't have any refined sugar until I see the doctor next week. Which sucks.

Grrr. *Looks longingly at chocolate hidden in the cupboard by George, who removed it from temptation without even being asked. What a considerate fellow!* :-D

Girl Genius #13 is done!

To rephrase an old filk from my days as a fanzine editor, to the tune of "America the Beautiful":

"Oh beautiful, the issue's done,
I think that I might cry!
It's been a week since I had sleep,
Just show me where to lie.
And if when it is pubbed and mailed
Some typos should appear,
Believe you me, for what I see
I will not shed a tear."

Thank yew and goodnight.