let's get to the point.
once a month i wake up to a dead corpse twitching next to me.
brandon's had type 1 diabetes since he was 18 years old.
sucks to be him. this post may be a turn off to some because i'm admitting that at times, it sucks to be me too.
as much fun as it is to coax my spouse out of a seizure by rubbing syrup on his gums and begging him to drink the last half of my beloved blood orange italian soda- it's getting harder and harder emotionally to deal with.
i guess after last nights extravaganza, i'm seeking support- someone in the same super fun position.
so, if you're into guys that like to play dead- regardless of how much tedious effort they put into to managing this lovely disease- leave a comment.
we can talk all about our late night adventures in the sweet smelling, sweat inducing, low blood sugar, super stressfull suckfest.
(btw- i'm 82% sure that brandon will be 47 % unoffended by this post)