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Sometimes I feel like a slave to diabetes. When it says bend, I bend. When I bend to far, it slaps me in the bottom knocking me over. If I'm not bent enough, it whispers viciously in my ear, insults my intelligence, and makes me wonder why I even try at all. The delicate balance it requires feels, far too often, outside of my capability. But I still strive at it. Why? Because I really have no choice in the matter. Like a slave or an indentured servant, I trade much...