Dear Diary,
He finally went to the doctor. His parents paid. The doctor told him what k and I have been saying for a long time. His blood sugar was over 500 and his a.c. was over 14. He should have been dead. No wonder he was a friggen grouchy dick. The doctor gave him enough meds to last about a year.
He threw out a half joking comment that I was trying to kill him. Like I could ever control his diet. He barely lets me cook what i want and when I do, he won't eat it.
Whatever...