I used to be a big sprayer. Young and frivolous, I always scoff at this lifestyle of middle-aged and elderly people, as well as fitness dogs and self-control dogs: did I go to the stadium or did I dunk it myself? Look at my brother again. He stays up all night and sleeps for four hours every day. He is in great health and delicious. Two hot kidneys are like a V200 engine.

In this way, I have been insisting on using the mode of death to cooperate with the lifestyle of cultivating immortals for more than ten years until half a year ago.

About half a year ago, I felt that I was not strong enough to play basketball. Even Shan Ge and the road, which I abused at ordinary times, can pass me by. What kind of feeling is it? It's the feeling that my body can't keep up when I clearly react.

So I plan to run at night to see if there is any problem with my physical strength. Jogging 100 meters, yes, it is 100 meters. My legs were weak and I almost fell to the ground.

I said to myself, hey! That's fucking weird. So the next day I went for a physical examination.

And the result? Fasting blood glucose 19.6, second meal blood glucose 33.

The doctor said that with your blood sugar, you will be in a coma for two weeks.

Later, after laboratory tests, the doctor told me that only 10% of pancreatic cells in my body were still working.

After I came out of the hospital, on my way home, I secretly shed two tears in the car:

The reason why I cry is that for a person with a strong personality like me, because of my willfulness and excessiveness, I have brought undue troubles and burdens to my relatives.