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Hello, Inertia. Can I kick your arse?

Yesterday, my Beloved begged off of the daily walk because of a light rain. I could understand because they have cloth-sided walking shoes. Even the best of athletic shoes are water permeable and not proof against the slings and arrows of early morning dew.

Or a good, soaking rain.

It's why I wear my boots when the ground is moist.

Today, however, Beloved's diabetes pills are kicking their arse and they're not feeling so very well at all, this morning.

At first, I thought it was good old-fashioned inertia, but no. The pills being took are doing some nasty little buggers and rearranging the digestion is part of how they work. Beloved is up to the maximum and fretting that the pills aren't working as advertised. I'm of the opinion that even the miracles of medicine take some time to work.

And I know that once someone is on the insulin jabs, there's not a lot to fix that. Well, apart from a poop transplant, but there's a huge squick factor in that one.

It's been shown to work, but it's gross, so people don't want to do it. I'd sign up in five seconds flat if it was widely available. Because I also know it works against asthma.

The squick factor is a great contributor to medical advances stopping in their tracks. Sure, they managed to raise a lamb in an in vitro artificial womb-like environment. But we can't do that for people. That's squick. Sure, there's a cure for diabetes and asthma and possibly a great help for ASD folks, but it's gross and we don't wanna.

The science is right there, but we don't want to use it because it's currently disgusting.

And the health improvements are right there, but we don't wanna do it. Inertia is a curse.