My ex-wife, after an argument the previous night, packed my lunch for me the next day, and that lazy "see you next Tuesday" NEVER packed my lunch, so I should have suspected something. She had put about 1/4 inch of mayo and mustard on it (actually I think it was Miracle Whip). I took a bite and spit it out. For a second I considered wiping it off, but instead I tossed both sandwiches in the trash and headed out to Taco Bell. She couldn't fucking stand for me to spend money on myself without her getting something, even if was just leftovers. When I got home at midnight, she was waiting for me at the door with a smug smile: "So, did you enjoy your lunch?'"

"Yes, I did," smiling back, "I had Taco Bell." wiping the smug smile right off of her cunt face.

In November my doc put me on Jardience to help control my diabetes, and it was working very well. I was able to cut my insulin usage in half scale-wise, but also my urge to snack was way down further reducing my need for insulin. On December 23rd I had a complete reversal... of my digestive tract. I was throwing up and couldn't even hold down water. This persisted for about 5 days, until I was able to tolerate half a slice of peanut butter toast and a few sips of coffee. My gf's sister had had a similarly bad reaction to Ozempic earlier this year and her boyfriend recently ended up in the hospital with a ruptured ulcer in his stomach (also on Ozempic).