Yeah, as some of you may know right after getting home from the hospital I had to make life changing decisions, some forced some voluntary but changes none the less. One of them had to do with my Bitch and since it wasn't going anywhere I finally decided to do everything I could to get away from that scary bitch. It's been rough living with anything you don't want to live with especially with this "something" stuck to your hip all the time, this broke me down, ruin nights and the constant mental block this had become. I worked hard and I mean really fucking hard to do what I had to do to get my life back to being my life and my companion had to go. For 3 months I worked on a way to work all this out and after a hard but learned chapter of my life I am at the moment not diabetic.