Most people remember anniversaries because they were good, but today is one of those personal days which will live in infamy. Twelve years ago today, I woke up and ate half a cinnamon raisen bagel with butter. My mom took me to the doctor instead of going to school. I spent the rest of the day, and the next in the hospital. The diagnosis: Type I diabetes.
I've done okay for myself. I've managed to avoid the complications that a lot of people see after ten years. But, there are hopefully still lots of years to come.
I mention this here for two reasons, first because this was a piece of what started me on my quest for mad science. The second is as an explination and a confession... So, there you have it
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