Sister

Man you talk about a tough time lately, not only did I take a fall at work I have been having some health issues too. And I will be completly honest,it has been a little scary.For an old beat up dog like me to be scared is stupid I know. I was told I had type 2 diabetes several years ago and chose to deny it. Now my pancreas has complely quit me and now I am a type 1 which means I am insulin dependent.When you have a busy schedule and demanding at that it seems impossible to care for it. Well, seems impossible.After a fall the other night and a trip to the hospital.It was determined that my spleen and liver are enlarged and a few bruised ribs ,shoulder ,elbow you know the whole thing. When the pain only got worse and other things happened.My sister insisted that I come to her house and let her take the reins on my health. Good thing I did. My pain is from the constant swelling of my spleen and liver.And the root of the problem is diabetes. I hope its not too late to change my ways.I am going to start watching my diet better. Watching and counting carbs, and what a giant pain in the ass this is,shit ! I have heard of carbs but never cared what they were and that is just crazy. Been eating what I like except of course sweets.The buck stops here, my sister is putting and end to old wetwillys ways, and I will be a healthier and better man for it.Problem is about everything she read off that I can eat,gives me gas. Oh good more gas ! I really need no help in that matter.I already have enough to supply a small country in methane gas for a while.Bad thing is my job is about 40% riding in elevators 40% dealing with guest issues in rooms,and the other 20% walking the front of the house. So there is hardly any alone time.I can't blame it on the dog. I can however blame other things and believe me I have them down packed. Such as "oh that smell, yea its a belt that burned on the fan" or " Its a chemical housekeeping uses, smells like shit huh ?" It is in that same elevator that I fell with the help of a less than bright feller in housekeeping. He just forgot to put out the wet floor signs after mopping.Slip whoop bam and hard too.And this isn't the first time he has done it. He really isn't a bad kid he is just lasy to extremes.I knew I was hurt when I hit the floor, you know what I mean,you just know.I made my room call and a couple of more and had to call it a night,riger had set in.So a moral to all this rambling is take care of yourself,if you are fortunate enough to have a wonderful sister as I do , let them know just how you feel . I love you Michelle ! thank you for taking care of me .And if you fart in public have a story ready.

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