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Due to the overwhelming popularity of my first diabetes Mad Lib, I've decided to take another crack at it.

That's, uh, sarcasm.

You guys like totally blew me off.

That's OK though. I've only grown stronger from your rejection. (READ MORE)

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Lieutenant Frog Skin, Lieutenant Seaweed , grab a helmet, a rifle and fall in. We strike at dawn.

Just when I was starting to worry that a cure was very, very far off, I just received word from the battlefields that these two brave new recruits have joined the ranks in the fight against diabetes. But fear not. They are not alone. Broken into platoons via category, our army looks like this:

Foods: grapes, brown rice, pumpkins, honey, black tea, red wine, bitter melon

Animals: pigs, lizard spit, mice, frog skin

Plants: seaweed wrap, doob (aka common green grass)

All fighting diabetes. We should be fine.

As promised, here is the last of the diabetes Mad Libs entries. This one comes from Penny. (READ MORE)

I've been hit! I've been hit! I called out sick for second straight day. My wife has me quarantined in my 8-year-old daughter's room since she has already been contaminated after seven straight days. I know I'm feeling a little loopy from the medication, but if Zac Efron and Harry Potter keep staring at me all sexylike, I swear I'm gonna pop them both in the jaw.

On to the Mad Libs. The submissions were fantastic! Great words, everyone. Thanks for playing. I should note that I did take the liberty of striking a minor two lines from my original Mad Lib because it just didn't work well at all. So, a couple of your words didn't make the final cut. Sorry about that. They were all so good, I plan to post each one. So, if you don't see yours in this post, look for it in the coming days.



Treating Low Blood Sugars

From Becky: (READ MORE)

For a while there, I was really starting to think Charlie was going to use his super diabetes powers to keep the flu at bay. I was hoping for some irony. Maybe the kid with D would be the only one in the household left standing.

No such luck. Charlie is on day two of what has become known as "The Great Ass Whoopin' of 2008." Or the somber yet simple, "March Sadness." I estimate that we'll see the light at the end of the tunnel by sometime in July.

Now Charlie has even more numbers surrounding him. And this has me confused.

Susanne tells me he's 102 and I think, wow! Pretty good considering he has the flu. Unfortunately she's referring to his body temperature and not his blood sugar. "Oh, blood sugar? You don't want to know that," she says. (READ MORE)