Diabetes gets old. Diabetic jokes do not. I still laugh when my wife says, “I’m low,” after having a needle in her all day. Or, after having a bout of sugar-related uncontrollable emotion, yelling, “I’m so high right now!” People have asked her in restaurants if she’s playing video games and I almost lose my milk every time. “Yes,” I say, “but if she loses, no extra life, just game over.”

She laughs. Or at least rolls here eyes. She’s come to have a sense of humor about the thing. But just like when children play advanced arcade games, button mashing doesn’t really help the cause. Tends to break the console and the user, both.

But I suppose it’s not unlike lucking out and getting Super Sayan once in awhile, particularly after consuming an entire cheesecake. The diabetic jokes. The diabetic button mashes. The husband pulls one for the team and finishes the cheesecake.

Or pie, if we’re being honest: I’m lactose intolerant.

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