On Monday I published a blogpost complaining that I had been stuck on Level 149 of Candy Crush for over a month. Shedding the tears of my candy heart persona, I whined about the frustrations of Candy Crush and expounded on the similarities and differences between diabetes and Candy Crush.
Just a few days later one of my problems has been solved. Less than thirty-six hours after that post, I managed to pass Level 149 with moves to spare and a reward of three stars. Was it skill or dumb luck? Was the blogpost a special candy? A priceless booster that I earned through intelligence, good looks, and hard work? I have no idea and I don’t care. All I know is that the dancing girl jumped up and down to celebrate my victory. I can finally move to Level 150 and cruise along for a while until I become mired in another frustrating impossible-to-pass level.
Lest you get too excited about the power of the written word in the blogosphere, I only solved one of my problems. I still have diabetes.