Damn!!! So I haven't been feeling like myself for the past few months and finally i get some health insurance and decide to got to the Doc. I tell the Doc my symptoms and the only response is let me see ur finger. The guy stabs me takes some blood and leaves the room.

He comes back in like a minute later and says to me that my blood sugar is through the roof and how did i manage to walk in here. Come to find out i am a Type deux diabetec. Now i gots to take pills for the rest of the wolfmans life and monitor my blood 5 times a day. It Sux!!! so they run some labs and find out i got other shit wrong like triglicerides are fukt(i know i prolly misspelled the Tri word wrong) so bam there is another med i gotta pop.

Granted i have been hit with the fatboy disease. so i'm taking pills and begininng to exercise more. My meals have changed to diabetic shakes and snacks that help keep my sugar leveled. Its a life style change that i have to make or i can be a one legged blindman on dialysys hearing my daughters march down their wedding ailse.

The wolf is mean and tuff and my kids dont call me superman for nothing. Ill be working out more every evening and having my wife beat me when i get a craving for some Fried porkchops but it will be worth it. It takes more than some mickey mouse diabetic high trigliceride bullshit to slow me down. I shall keep the team informed