Of course that was nonsense. Napoleon, in the form of my type 2 , long ago made himself at home in my own private Moscow. As a mayor, he can be a moody creep, swinging from interfering with my life by administering shocking spikes to my blood sugar to benignly leaving me alone for weeks at a time. One thing he left alone for years was my feet. I had been told many times as part of the standard warnings about diabetes that neuropathy was in my future, and that its first target would be my feet.
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