I'm currently staying with relatives who I rarely see, as you do at this time of year. But my step-mother's brother-in-law is one of the grossest pigs I have ever met, and he's driving me crazy. He's short and his beer belly is so large I would describe his body type as 'beach ball'. He has had serious health problems in the past and - surprise surprise - has diabetes.
Last night at the dinner table as dessert was served HamRelative starts to talk about his diabetes. He has already swapped to taking injections instead of a pill because 'he forgets to take the pill', which gives you some indication of how seriously he takes the illness. HamRelative proceeds to eat THREE portions of dessert while discussing collecting his medication from the pharmacy. I asked if he should eat so much dessert if he has diabetes, to which he replied "oh it's just so tasty".
I am sick of him (and sickened by him), so I began to talk about how many limbs are amputated each year due to mismanagement of diabetes. He proceeds to get huffy and defensive...but DOESN'T STOP EATING THE DESSERT because "it's tasty" and "worth it". It makes my blood boil to think how many people suffer il health through no fault of their own, yet here is yet another butterhuffer who can't take responsibility for their own actions and their own health.
May the Beetus God's retribution be swift and brutal, and may all you shitlords/ladies survive the rest of this festive period.