…. And be one of us.
From the song ‘Welcome’ out of ‘Tommy’, written by Pete Townshend and sung so beautifully by Roger Daltrey.
Being a T1D is like walking through a market, where the vendors all loudly spruik their trinkets.
“Come to my house, we have the answer”. “No, come to this house, be one of us”.
I have sojourned with Keto and the Genics. Pitched my tent with McDougall and the Starchies. Of late, Ray Peat has been my shepherd.
Their houses all offer shelter and a story, for a while.
Then it’s deja vu: sigh, they’re trying to kill me, pack my diabetes shit, and wander on.
Science too, is in that market place. Sadly, diabetes medical science is mostly of the ‘Once upon a time’ variety. I asked my doctor: “Why did I get type 1?”. He rambled on some implausible story about the body attacking itself. Then he got the shits and snapped: “You should be glad you lived for sixty years without it”.
He doesn’t know.
Science doesn’t know.
Come to my house of cards, we’ll sell you sackfuls of drugs, and be one of us.
Sick. Prematurely dead.