Doom's diabetes management program?

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Maybe.  I have a technique that doesn't sit well with docs.  I call it sugar dosing.  Hmm?  Well, I started with three 2 liter bottles of coke.  Drank little else, though finally also got to full dose on insulin.  "Wait, what?"  I didn't stutter.  Can you, can you, stutter while writing?  Okay, I guess so.  But I didn't, exact as an example.  Hush and read on.  Well, those three bottles took my blood sugar up, from 546 to 336(ish).  Up?  Well, that's what you would be told.  Anyway, since that was failing so spectacularly, I decided to double down.  My doctors would call me a medical SJW, I would call myself a medical Bugs Bunny.  They are the SJWs.  How do I know?  Doing what they want, my blood sugar rockets out of range.  Doing it my way, it does what they want.  I just checked... two thirds through Doom's d.m.p, I am at 277 blood sugar, down from 546 where it was stuck for a few weeks/month.  Yes, sir.  If you want it done, you sometimes have to do it yourself.  *wink*

Oh... you think that's funny?  I've also been digging into some of the Halloween treats I've been holing up.  I'll not do that after I finish these two packages, because for some reason candy doesn't work like soda does.  I would have better numbers if not for the candy.  Yeah... now THAT is funny, somehow.  Why some things work, and some don't, I can't tell you.  But beer is next.  If I can down a case my numbers should drop, or at least system reset.  I'm not your typical little boy.  *grins*

Now scoot.  Go play with other nearly, mostly, partly, necrotic things.  I'm busy undecomposing.