I must not get diabeetus.
Diabeetus is the mind-killer.
Diabeetus is the little death that brings foot amputations.
I will face my insulin injection.
I will let it pass over me and through me.
And when it has gone past, I will turn the test strip to see my blood-sugar.
Where the diabeetus has gone there will be nothing.
Only Wilford Brimley will remain.
Just the Tiparillo...