My Motorcycle Injuries

I received diabetes as a late gift from my motorcycle accident. My pancreas was somehow hurt during the accident and it triggered diabetes. I was sick for a couple of years and finally figured it out. I discovered that it was far worse than I had thought when I was examined by an endocrinologist, but over time things stabilized and now it's a matter of daily maintenance. It takes some personal discipline, but things are very much under control. I know this man who was diagnosed with diabetes a little later in life. He believes that diabetes can be "cured" and he has, on several occasions, told me that he has beaten diabetes. He honestly believes that he can somehow rid himself of this disease, and he has attempted to teach me how to do it from time to time. I only see him every few years, but the last time that I spoke to him a few months ago he started his first sentence after saying "hello" by stating that he had beaten diabetes. I gave him a very polite ...

Yes, that's another photo of my arm. Narcissistic, isn't it? I took that photo a few days ago while having a CT Scan taken of my chest. It's an annual ritual for me and this photo involves the IV needed for the tracer scan that they pump into my body for the procedure. I think that it's radioactive, but I never fully read the warnings that they make me sign before the appointment. Blissful peace of mind until it kills me, right? The story related to this procedure is a little whacky. My aorta ruptured near my heart due to the force of impact during the accident. Something in my circulatory system landed in the hole and caused the internal bleeding to minimize. That same "thing" either disolved or moved along when they installed the stent and didn't cause me any further problems. Consequently, the staff at the original cardiologist's office called me "the miracle man". Life's a freak show. My current cardiologist insists on having my chest...