Harry Knowles on his Diabetes…

As you can probably guess from the headline, I’ve been diagnosed with Type 2 Diabetes. This isn’t something hereditary - as my family has zero history of Diabetes - this is something that I’ve done to myself.

For about 30 minutes yesterday I wallowed in self-pity like Uncle Scrooge in his Gold Bin - and weeped like I did in ARMAGEDDON. After this pitiful display - that also kickstarted Patricia into a display of mutually assured weeping - I slapped myself around (metaphorically) and decided to do something about it.

When I was paralyzed - I was in a funk for a few days, then created Ain’t It Cool News… read up on what I felt my condition was - and began to do what needed to be done. When I’ve had my heart broken by a break-up, I’ve always moved forward with a new relationship, almost immediately.

Well, when I was in my doctor’s office (the man had posters for JUSTICE LEAGUE, FANTASTIC FOUR and an Alex Ross SPIDERMAN one) - and he looked at my blood test and told me, “You have Type 2 Diabetes” and his face got serious and he said a lot of serious stuff - without a hint of humor… and then the nurse came in with this Kit - to poke my finger and feed this vampire device that tells me whether or not I’m too sweet.

First off… My fingers love penetrating, but abhor being penetrated. This just isn’t natural - and as she taught me how to use the equipment - it set in. I’m diabetic. Fuck.

Flash forward to lunch. Grilled Chicken breast, steamed broccoli, spinich & side salad - no dressing… and I’m in a tackling this issue mode. As many of you know - I’m up for a Lapband surgery - that has been helpful in reversing and getting rid of Type 2 Diabetes… However, it isn’t a miracle cure. The “band” is just a tool - an instrument in helping those that really do need its help. But I do have to change diet and (shudder) - exercise.

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