who will win

I'm up at 310 am because I have been summoned to send in more troops. The sticky gooey enemy has infiltrated more of the environment and the troops have been diminished because the commander in chief is asleep at the helm. SCHETUTU!! which is neapolitan for SVEGLIATI!!!which is Italian for WAKE THE FUCK UP!!! so i sit straight up in my bed leave the comfort of the sounds of my sleeping husband tiptoe down to the kitchen get a glass of cold water and fire in the glucophage at 500 mg bombs bam bam bam bam 2000 mg that should do it for awhile.

my body is in an all out war for territory. Not sure when or why it started but my cells have decided that they will not open the door to the incessant knocking of insulin who has come knocking only to deliver a package of glucose that the stupid cell needs in order to do any work. So the stubborn asinine cells are keeping their doors locked for some dumb ass reason and its wreaking fucking havoc in my body. The glucose has nowhere to go so it hangs around in my bloodstream taking up residence in places like my nerve endings. Its sticky and gooey and it chokes the life out of whatever it comes into contact with because it has no home. It has no idea what the hell its doing in my blood stream. Its intended place is very specific. Go into the cell and create energy so the body can do its job efficiently. BUT NOOO. What is it anyway with those guys... my cells ? Do they just not hear the knocking? My pancreas then decides ok lets send in MORE insulin to knock harder or maybe if there is enough it will just be enough to break down the walls and force an entry. Problem then becomes a giant sticky shitty mess of too much insulin and homeless pissed off glucose just waiting to kick some nerve ending ass. This is where the commander in chief can send in the help. The glucophage guys, they know how to speak the language of the cell door keepers. They say, hey look you guys... stop being a bunch of pussy ass pricks, you need this, just lighten up and let yourselves be saved. So the ambassador glucophage escorts the insulin that deposits the glucose in the cell. Ah asafamadonna!!! The cells then are able to get back to work at keeping the entire system running well. Duh But if the commander in chief is also a sleeping dog then what the hell chance does anyone have. Ive thought about pulling out the troops all together because of possible damage to other not so delicate organs like the liver. but shit the liver, that mamma is like invincible, the multitasking kick ass and take no prisoners she has to do is incredible. The liver, shes got my back. I can count on her to save my ass in so many situations but i kinda want to save her for the real disasters.

So now that everything seems to be in order again i can go back to the saftey of the sounds of my sleeping husband. buona notte