One of the first things I do when I get to work every morning is check my email. Most mornings I get an email from a person in my family that simply says "Good morning!" It's a nice way to say hi and keep in touch with people who live far away. Ok, it's a nice way to procrastinate, too.

This morning when I responded to that email, I remarked that I was ready to go back to bed. Sure, it was barely 9 a.m., but I was plain mad at diabetes today for reasons I'll explain in another post.

"Bob" said he was ready to go back to bed, too. He had started on medicine today for a condition that runs in his family. He knew he needed to just bite the bullet and take the pills, but he was afraid of side effects, afraid of the "life sentence" of taking a pill a day. (READ MORE)