Friday, November 14, 2014



I don't plan on celebrating, but I have had Type 2 diabetes for about 20 years.  You can live with it, but it takes some work.  If you're lucky & don't have diabetes, you may not understand or appreciate everything in this post, but diabetics will.  My endocrinologist (diabetes doctor) likes my poems & asked me to write one on diabetes, so I did.  Here it is:

Don’t eat this!  Don’t eat that!
You’ve got diabetes and you’re fat!
Take a walk.  Take a pill.
Check your sugars.  Write your will.

My blood sugar’s way too high.
I want to be healthy; not to die!

Oh, how I wish I could fly to Mars
And gorge on twenty chocolate bars.

Why am I sweating?  It’s not hot.
(Those chocolate bars left me distraught.)

Get me my blood meter quick,
I need another finger prick!

My sugar’s low, my brains feel loose.
I’ll have a glass of apple juice.

I know I have to change my ways
And do what my doctor says.

She tells me that I should walk,
Though my nature says that I must squawk.

She's right, yet to get up off my butt
Is hard, but her orders are clear cut.

So how's this for a compromise?
(At least, please try it on for size!) 

I'll walk back all the way to my bed
Where I will rest my weary head

And legs and feet and butt and then
I'll walk back to my chair again!!

I’ll exercise; yeah, that’s the ticket!
My finger?  I’ll just have to prick it.

I realize diabetes can’t be cured
But it can be managed if I don’t act absurd.

I must not binge; I’ll watch my diet.
It won’t be easy, but I’ll try it!

I’ll keep my A1C in check;
Do what she tells me, and by heck

I’m gonna keep every one of my toes
And live with diabetes.  That’s just how it goes.

The older you get, the tougher it is to lose weight because by then, your body and your fat are really good friends----fishducky