Well I woke Wednesday morning, with no way to hold my head that didn't hurt
And the Diet Coke I'd had for breakfast, wasn't bad, so I had two more for dessert
Then I stumbled to the nightstand, grabbed my meter and blew off all the dirt
Checked right in at 303..and knew I was more then ready to greet the day!
I'd blown my luck the night before, with Chinese food-complete with all the fixings
As I changed my set, the needle bled and so I screamed like the dickens
Then I drove by a DQ, and caught a glance of someone eating ice cream
And well, it took me back to something
That I knew I'd lost somewhere, somehow, along the way.
On a DQ restaurant sidestreet
I'm wishin' so, that I was cured
Cuz' there's something in a Sundae
That makes the body, know you'll pay
And there's nothing short of DKA
That's half as effective, as the threat
Of a dripping, gooey Sundae
Putting you in loads of debt.
Though I know the pump won't ever stop the swinging
And sometimes, it’s too hard to sort the choices life keeps flinging
As I head back home, and somewhere very close a fire truck is shrieking
It will echo through my memories, reminding me of why control’s worth seeking.
On a DQ restaurant sidestreet
I'm wishin' so, that I was cured
Cuz' there's something in a Sundae
That makes the body, know you'll pay
And there's nothing short of DKA
That's half as effective, as the threat
Of a dripping, gooey Sundae
Putting you in loads of debt.
Normal?
A disease covered by the shroud of normality
Invisible to the unknowing eye
The calloused fingers?
Too small to see
An infusion site?
Merely a wrinkle of clothing
An insulin pump?
A cell phone, pager? Perhaps an MP3 player
The lows, the highs?
Just the mood swings of a wrestles teenager.
The pain of an uncertain future
A child, a teenager, an adult
Fighting for a future
Fighting for dignity
Fighting for a life to be proud of.
No one understands
I may appear normal, healthy, like everyone else
I am not the same
I am fighting for my life
Every hour of every day
Every blood droplet
Every needle poke
Every gram of carbohydrate
Every button press.
It is a silent battle.
Sometimes I am winning
Sometimes I am losing
But in the end, I will be victorious.
You were never invited, still you came.
Probing your traits, learning all you demand
At first, too young to fully understand
That now my life would never be the same.
Careful calculation, everything planned
But a slight misjudgment, too large a dose
Blood sugar dropping! Quick! Take some glucose!
Attacked, I struggled and retook command.
It's not countless needles that pain me most,
But 'gainst your complications, endless guard
And if you're revealed, others’ views are marred.
Our insep'rable fate leaves me morose.
Diabetes, my rival meshed within,
Deny you, I die; Accept you, I win.
darling i cant kiss you any more doctor tole me to keep asway from sugrry cholcattee and furity things. may be iwill kiss you when my sugarlevel is nirmal. with regards!
THANK YOU?
The leaves,
amber and copper
gilt edged.
Others again
chartreuse and mossy
the dome, nature's Chartres.
Here, there...stippled
lilac
mulberry
mauve...
a dusting of blossom pink.
Dazzling,
the sky...
beyond blue
beyond aqua
words cannot suffice.
Thank you dear God,
thank you.
The brilliance blinds, overwhelms.
'tis not Autumn,
nor Summer,
nor yet Spring
which cause these colours to sing,
but an oncoming low
which is preceded,
as a silver lining,
by colours beauteous;
an aura beyond compare...
but beware
soon will follow
trembling and sorrow.
Panicked and damp,
which sweets do
r e s t o r e
to begin once more.
I'm the Captain of my Ship
always in troubled waters.....
Sometimes it seems,
things are going Well
but then Suddenly
when least expected,
I must avoid the Sharp Rocks,
that want to destroy
my Ship from ALL Sides.
Must be Always Alert
Even when the Sea seems Calm.
Under the surface lurks trouble.
Must be Always Alert!
Always Alert.
The droplets of Red
That spill from my fingers,
Remind me
Daily
That a human life is a fragile thing
A finite creature
Requiring balance
And control
And consistency.
And the insulin pump
That hangs from my side,
Reminds me
Daily
That a human life is a precious thing
Soaking in Uncertainty
But, Certainly
Worth preserving
And cherishing.
25, Just starting to live,
but still no-sugar added.
Teacher is the joy delight
but still, no-sugar added.
Souls Mate found love all about
but still, no-sugar added
Baby.Cry..Pain...Cramp....Bleeding.....Miscarriage…….No Baby?
but still no-sugar added
Questions, love, confusion, life, crying, pain, stick, finger, bleed, only 25, baby, baby,
but still no-sugar added
Living in the fast lane, no time for problems, now.
I'm only seventeen! Who'd want to bring me down?
But God had different plans, they just might help me grow
Into a better person for everyone to know.
He gave me a disease. Why should I be angry?
I have my life. Friends. A family who loves me!
Maybe I can use this “curse” to help others around.
Lend a hand to those who have fallen to the ground.
Wishing
Fighting
Knowing
There will be a way.
Hoping
Waiting
Praying
To end the painful days.
They will never know the pain of tears I've cried.
Or how much it hurts to fail after I've tried.
Even though I say “I'm fine”, I really mean “don't ask.”
Lying to you feels like just another daily task.
Though the days are dreary. Just wanting to give in.
To giving up. Stop fighting this. No! I'm gonna win.
So help me help myself. Remind me what to do.
So that in the future, I'll be living life with you.
You are losing weight,
To much weight.
Why are you sick in the mornings,
I feed you healthy foods.
Quit drinking so much,
That’s why you do not eat your meals
Would you like some cake.
No cake-you want fruit.
Time to see a doctor
Doctor wants to do lab work
Go home and wait for the call
Phone rings
Doctor says blood count is 700
Your daughter has Juvenile Diabetes
Rush her to the ER
Start the changing process
Sweetheart its time to change the way you eat
Count Carbs
Watch sugar intake
Certain foods-spike
Certain foods-sink
So much learning,
My baby is growing up to fast
Her life is going to change
She is only a child
We tell our children to enjoy being young
It will go by so fast.
How are they to be young
When this has made them grow up so fast.
Do not be negative-Be positive.
We will teach others,
We will show others there is good in being a diabetic.
Diabetes
I'm sick of all the blood
I'm sick of all the pain
I'm sick of all the thoughts
This trouble puts in my brain
Always taking these shots
And always watching what I eat
And as all of this confusion builds up
It's becoming more impossible to defeat
As I wish and pray to be like everyone else
And as these tears fall from my eyes
I painfully continue
To hold back and hide my cries
You try putting a needle in your finger everyday
You try never being able to eat your way
You try having 2-4 shots to take
And then see how much you can take
Sadly enough ive done it again ive eaten something two minutes befor i need to test. My mom will be mad my dad will be sad and my hunger has done it once again. As i attempt to pretend it never happend my mom asks "what was your bg " and i reply " i did it agsin. Delete Comment
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( Diabetes & Depression)
One at a time,
Can not take
Two
Hidden in a womb
Refused to
Get
Born
Which will finish me first?
Him
Or
You
D&D
One of you
Has to change
His
D
Sohair
8 February 2009
And the Diet Coke I'd had for breakfast, wasn't bad, so I had two more for dessert
Then I stumbled to the nightstand, grabbed my meter and blew off all the dirt
Checked right in at 303..and knew I was more then ready to greet the day!
I'd blown my luck the night before, with Chinese food-complete with all the fixings
As I changed my set, the needle bled and so I screamed like the dickens
Then I drove by a DQ, and caught a glance of someone eating ice cream
And well, it took me back to something
That I knew I'd lost somewhere, somehow, along the way.
On a DQ restaurant sidestreet
I'm wishin' so, that I was cured
Cuz' there's something in a Sundae
That makes the body, know you'll pay
And there's nothing short of DKA
That's half as effective, as the threat
Of a dripping, gooey Sundae
Putting you in loads of debt.
Though I know the pump won't ever stop the swinging
And sometimes, it’s too hard to sort the choices life keeps flinging
As I head back home, and somewhere very close a fire truck is shrieking
It will echo through my memories, reminding me of why control’s worth seeking.
On a DQ restaurant sidestreet
I'm wishin' so, that I was cured
Cuz' there's something in a Sundae
That makes the body, know you'll pay
And there's nothing short of DKA
That's half as effective, as the threat
Of a dripping, gooey Sundae
Putting you in loads of debt.
A disease covered by the shroud of normality
Invisible to the unknowing eye
The calloused fingers?
Too small to see
An infusion site?
Merely a wrinkle of clothing
An insulin pump?
A cell phone, pager? Perhaps an MP3 player
The lows, the highs?
Just the mood swings of a wrestles teenager.
The pain of an uncertain future
A child, a teenager, an adult
Fighting for a future
Fighting for dignity
Fighting for a life to be proud of.
No one understands
I may appear normal, healthy, like everyone else
I am not the same
I am fighting for my life
Every hour of every day
Every blood droplet
Every needle poke
Every gram of carbohydrate
Every button press.
It is a silent battle.
Sometimes I am winning
Sometimes I am losing
But in the end, I will be victorious.
But finding it so hard.
My mood keeps changing daily,
As I crave all foodstuffs barred.
I've tried to think of other things
But running through my head
Are thoughts of spuds and pasta
And chunks of crusty bread.
I just can't get excited
Over salad,veg and meats
I've really tried but failed
To enjoy those low-carb "eats".
I don't smoke or drink alcohol.
I eat a balanced diet.
And when I heard of low-carb
I really had to try it.
I started off so very well
And full of good intention
But now I'm simply going ape
At every "low-carb" mention.
My readings have gone mad again
I cannot fathom why.
I'm feeling so confused
And I've even had a cry.
You lot are so supportive
And I know this sounds pathetic
But please tell me I am normal....
For hating being DIABETIC!
Probing your traits, learning all you demand
At first, too young to fully understand
That now my life would never be the same.
Careful calculation, everything planned
But a slight misjudgment, too large a dose
Blood sugar dropping! Quick! Take some glucose!
Attacked, I struggled and retook command.
It's not countless needles that pain me most,
But 'gainst your complications, endless guard
And if you're revealed, others’ views are marred.
Our insep'rable fate leaves me morose.
Diabetes, my rival meshed within,
Deny you, I die; Accept you, I win.
Hope is in the eyes
Of our mothers, lovers, friends, and brothers,
In those reproachful looks they give us
As we reach for another cookie.
Hope is in the ears
When we go on our sunset strolls,
The trees waving as we pass them,
The birds singing our congratulations.
Hope is in the nose
That turns up at old, haunting habits,
That remembers to breath for us
When things become overwhelming.
Hope is in the mouth,
In the tongues of our eyes and feet
That tell us over and over
How apples are actually tastier than donuts.
Hope is in the hands,
In the tired, calloused fingers
That still find the time for typing,
Sending stories and encouragement to others.
And, of course, hope is in the heart,
That is forever coming to these senses,
Ready to give all of the love
That we are willing to accept.
Ruby on the finger tip
swells sweet like pine sap,
tiny gem of light.
The need for sugar
fluid the hummingbird
sucks for life,
surges. It fills you,
swells to thickening.
An organ out of sync.
Numbers count out
the span of a disease,
its grasp on your being.
listen not to those
who would say
that you caused this.
Live.
The leaves,
amber and copper
gilt edged.
Others again
chartreuse and mossy
the dome, nature's Chartres.
Here, there...stippled
lilac
mulberry
mauve...
a dusting of blossom pink.
Dazzling,
the sky...
beyond blue
beyond aqua
words cannot suffice.
Thank you dear God,
thank you.
The brilliance blinds, overwhelms.
'tis not Autumn,
nor Summer,
nor yet Spring
which cause these colours to sing,
but an oncoming low
which is preceded,
as a silver lining,
by colours beauteous;
an aura beyond compare...
but beware
soon will follow
trembling and sorrow.
Panicked and damp,
which sweets do
r e s t o r e
to begin once more.
I'm the Captain of my Ship
always in troubled waters.....
Sometimes it seems,
things are going Well
but then Suddenly
when least expected,
I must avoid the Sharp Rocks,
that want to destroy
my Ship from ALL Sides.
Must be Always Alert
Even when the Sea seems Calm.
Under the surface lurks trouble.
Must be Always Alert!
Always Alert.
Poke after poke
Fingers and arms endure
But so it is vital
To continue to live
Time after time
Hoping for once
To finally get it right
Just one time
Never the same
Always changing
Highs and lows
Come and go
But when it's
Right on target
All the ups and downs
Somehow seem worth it
Always fighting
Never giving up
Life is worth
All this frustration
Won't let it
Take control
I will always
Put up a fight
Always pushing forward
To find new ways
To keep on fighting
This life long disease
I won't give up
I won't give in
You will never
See me quit.
The droplets of Red
That spill from my fingers,
Remind me
Daily
That a human life is a fragile thing
A finite creature
Requiring balance
And control
And consistency.
And the insulin pump
That hangs from my side,
Reminds me
Daily
That a human life is a precious thing
Soaking in Uncertainty
But, Certainly
Worth preserving
And cherishing.
but still no-sugar added.
Teacher is the joy delight
but still, no-sugar added.
Souls Mate found love all about
but still, no-sugar added
Baby.Cry..Pain...Cramp....Bleeding.....Miscarriage…….No Baby?
but still no-sugar added
Questions, love, confusion, life, crying, pain, stick, finger, bleed, only 25, baby, baby,
but still no-sugar added
I'm only seventeen! Who'd want to bring me down?
But God had different plans, they just might help me grow
Into a better person for everyone to know.
He gave me a disease. Why should I be angry?
I have my life. Friends. A family who loves me!
Maybe I can use this “curse” to help others around.
Lend a hand to those who have fallen to the ground.
Wishing
Fighting
Knowing
There will be a way.
Hoping
Waiting
Praying
To end the painful days.
They will never know the pain of tears I've cried.
Or how much it hurts to fail after I've tried.
Even though I say “I'm fine”, I really mean “don't ask.”
Lying to you feels like just another daily task.
Though the days are dreary. Just wanting to give in.
To giving up. Stop fighting this. No! I'm gonna win.
So help me help myself. Remind me what to do.
So that in the future, I'll be living life with you.
Since '58, tomorrow I'll do it again
Some would ask why are you not weeping
My answer; cause I'm still not leaking
Again and again I puncture my skin
With time you learn just to grin
Some ask is your BS peaking
No it isn't and I'm still not leaking
Again and again I puncture my skin
All in response to sugar the sin
Some ask do you tire of pokes
Nope it is all in response to one of God's jokes
You are losing weight,
To much weight.
Why are you sick in the mornings,
I feed you healthy foods.
Quit drinking so much,
That’s why you do not eat your meals
Would you like some cake.
No cake-you want fruit.
Time to see a doctor
Doctor wants to do lab work
Go home and wait for the call
Phone rings
Doctor says blood count is 700
Your daughter has Juvenile Diabetes
Rush her to the ER
Start the changing process
Sweetheart its time to change the way you eat
Count Carbs
Watch sugar intake
Certain foods-spike
Certain foods-sink
So much learning,
My baby is growing up to fast
Her life is going to change
She is only a child
We tell our children to enjoy being young
It will go by so fast.
How are they to be young
When this has made them grow up so fast.
Do not be negative-Be positive.
We will teach others,
We will show others there is good in being a diabetic.
It is not about diabetes, my dear!!
It is not about diabetes
My dear
It is about
You
And
Me
No boundaries
No borders
No barriers
Can come
Between me
And
You
Teach the crazy world
My friend
Teach
With love
Love
Is the cure
3-February 2009
I'm sick of all the blood
I'm sick of all the pain
I'm sick of all the thoughts
This trouble puts in my brain
Always taking these shots
And always watching what I eat
And as all of this confusion builds up
It's becoming more impossible to defeat
As I wish and pray to be like everyone else
And as these tears fall from my eyes
I painfully continue
To hold back and hide my cries
You try putting a needle in your finger everyday
You try never being able to eat your way
You try having 2-4 shots to take
And then see how much you can take
Sadly enough ive done it again ive eaten something two minutes befor i need to test. My mom will be mad my dad will be sad and my hunger has done it once again. As i attempt to pretend it never happend my mom asks "what was your bg " and i reply " i did it agsin. Delete Comment
In her body like a cop on a beat,
You cover her streets, corners and alleys.
Three sixty-five or two-ten you tally,
A quick count, their numbers you must sweep.
Glucose, all sugar, is meant to be sweet.
Yet you, her Insulin, know it's not true.
Without your keen watch, like gangs they'll accrue.
Too little of you, their ranks will rally,
To wreak harm and pain, unabated, she dies.
Ah, but you too must be watched as you move,
No idle ally, proof cuts in her cries.
You'll kill her too, one punch fast, so smooth.
It ain't crook and cop, sugar and I-juice,
Just two pimps this diabetes let loose.
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The contents of TuDiabetes is for informational purposes only and is not intended to be a substitute for professional medical advice, diagnosis, or treatment. Always seek the advice of your physician or other qualified health provider with any questions you may have regarding a medical condition, including without limitation diabetes. Never disregard professional medical advice or delay in seeking it because of something you have read on TuDiabetes.
If you think you may have a medical emergency, call your doctor or 911 immediately. The Diabetes Hands Foundation does not endorse any specific tests, physicians, products, services, procedures, opinions, or other information that are advertised or mentioned on the web site.
TuDiabetes®, TuDiabetes.org®, Word in Your Hand™, Drawing Diabetes™, Diabetes Supplies Art™ and No-Sugar Added Poetry™ are trademarks or registered trademarks of the Diabetes Hands Foundation.
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