Bummer.

Whelp, the day I've been trying to put off for over 10 years has come. 

I'm going to have to go on insulin. Ordered today, arrives this week. Now I have to stab myself every day to keep my blood sugar under control. It's been coming for a while, I've tried various combinations of drugs to treat the diabeetus and it's finally failed. 

Trying to be sanguine about it. The drugs got me by for a decade+ and the insulin was almost inevitable as I got to a riper age. This way I'll be able to dial in the necessary dosage to keep the blood sugar down where it should be. And I can drop one of the 7 pills a day that I take to stay alive. The jab will be just once daily at night so it shouldn't affect my globe-trotting, cosmopolitan lifestyle too much. And at the end of the day if it makes me feel better and less tired like I usually am, fine. Also there's the not dying thing, which I'm a fan of.

From a Vegas perspective there could be upside, too. The last few trips I've had little to no stamina to go deep into Vegas nights, no doubt mainly due to the blood sugar imbalance. I have a couple weeks to get the insulin dosage dialed in and maybe that will give me a couple extra hours of go while in town. I think my days of seeing the sun come up on trips is over, but anything that helps...helps.

I've gotten to the point that barring some major life-changing event, I'm just not fucking going to change my diet. I love crappy food too much to become a punk-ass vegan at this point. Oh, and I hate vegetables. So this is where I am now, with that choice made.

Another Rubicon crossed in the sad, silly journey of my life. Hopefully this one will extend that damn thing a few years.