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::smiles:: Today is my 18th birthday!

I don't mind! That meter thing is pretty clever for something so tiny! I wonder how it tells! I suppose glucose must alter the conductivity of the blood, and then it checks resistance or something! Is there much lag? Like, if your levels were dropping rapidly, would it pick it up? Do they drop rapidly? I don't actually know how long it takes blood to circulate around the body! Hmm!

I'm not exactly sure of the mechanics really [shrugs and looks at the little meter he's still holding] Well it just tests the blood that I give it, that's why I have to keep checking. After the juice and food, I'll check again to make sure it's risen back to a normal level. They don't really drop that rapidly but they can spike very quickly if I take in too much sugar and not enough insulin to help break it all down.

Huh! You're pretty brave!

How do you figure that? [keeps sipping his juice]

Because you have to do that all the time and keep your secrets and be in public all the time with weirdly obsessed fans and have to have security and birthdays on stage and you're in two bands and playing everything and writing stuff and, just, everything! And you just keep going! Blimey! If I had diabetes, Colin would have to follow me around everywhere to make sure I don't die of being distracted!

[smiles faintly] It's hard sometimes but when I think of my fans, they help me keep going and get through it. And Joe does follow me everywhere to make sure I'm okay even though I've learned how to handle it well over the years.

Hee! Brothers are cool!

[finishes up his juice and closes the bottle again] Yeah, brothers can be pretty amazing.

Actually, Colin's probably looking for me, and you need to go find a sandwich so you don't keel over and die, so I should get going! It was nice to meet you!

[chuckles] Alright, it was nice meeting you. Take care of yourself

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