Summary: It's official. I am a type one diabetic. I was basically sick all summer since I had no idea what the hell was wrong with me. I've got everything all sorted now. My doctor has smartened me up to what I need to do and everything is under control. My father had the same thing so I knew what I was going to have to deal with. No big deal. I adjust, move forward and keep kicking ass. Nobody wants to hear a grown ass man complain so I'm not about to start that crap now.
