Imagine for a moment that I found a magic bottle with a a genie who popped out and offered me ten diabetes-related wishes (because I'm swell and clearly deserve more than three). Of course I wouldn't be allowed to just wish away my diabetes altogether. (It's the small print that gets you every time). I might ask the Beedies Genie for the following:

-- Hallucinogenic metformin.

-- A couch with special cushions that will make my body burn calories while I sit on my butt and watch Battlestar Galactica.

-- A super smart version of phentermine that can fool the body for longer than three months.

-- A line of Converse diabetic Chuck Taylors-- For that matter, any diabetic shoes that are both affordable and don't look like they were designed either for Peter Boyle in Young Frankenstein or the whole cast of Cocoon.

-- Mandarin Orange Propell at every beverage fountain.

-- A free day once a month where I could eat and drink like the irresponsible person I was when I was young and stupid.

-- Sugar-free chocolate that doesn't taste like it contains sand and which doesn't behave like Ex-Lax.

-- A magic telephone with which I could call back in time twenty years to my college-aged self and advice that guy to choose the pizza or the beer, but probably not BOTH in such astonishing quantities.

-- A Pontiac Solstice (with a blood glucose monitor built into the dashboard so it can qualify as a diabetes-related wish; always look for the loophole in these things).