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		<description><![CDATA[He takes a lancet and dips it into his finger. Blood flows, it looks so red. He feeds it to the machine, looks at the resulting number&#8211; 400. &#8216;It&#8217;s too high, time to take out the needle&#8217; he tells me &#8230; <a href="http://thefencesitter.com/blood/">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&#8594;</span></a>]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>He takes a lancet and dips it into his finger.  Blood flows, it looks so red.  He feeds it to the machine, looks at the resulting number&#8211; 400.  &#8216;It&#8217;s too high, time to take out the needle&#8217; he tells me with a wry smile. </p>
<p>It breaks my heart seeing my dad inject himself with insulin everyday.  He says it&#8217;s alright, but I tell him it&#8217;s not.  It&#8217;s not right that it should happen to him.  It&#8217;s not right.  It&#8217;s not right.</p>
<p>&#8216;It&#8217;s alright son.&#8217; He repeats.  &#8216;I&#8217;m fine.&#8217; He says.</p>
<p>And it&#8217;s tragically funny because at a time when I should be comforting him, he was the one comforting me.</p>
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