Little Diabetic I’m not diabetic. I just have a little sugar. Give me a little sugar. (kiss) I’m not diabetic. I’m only borderline. And I don’t look at the borderline. Just a little diabetic. I’m a little diabetic. "You’re a short diabetic." A little diabetic. Is that like a little pregnant? Is that like slightly dead? I’m not diabetic. I control my sugar by running several miles a day. If I eat, I run. As long as I stay away from food and keep running, I can say: I am not a diabetic. I’m not diabetic. I was told I no longer have to test. Chronic means forever. Chronic means every day. Chronic means it never goes away. We manage. We control. We hide. See I’m doing fine. No worries. Just the highs, but I shut my eyes. No one needs to know.
This is adapted from scene 6 of The Sweet Lowdown, premiering at Broom Street Theater Madison, WI October 25 and running through November 16, 2013. The Sweet Lowdown is made possible in part with funding from DHF Seeds.
It's just not fair! All the good stuff happens in March and April! I miss Easter and St. Patrick and even The Ides of March plus the best buds of spring, but this is the last straw. Because I have to process Canadian income tax returns for the top third of every year, I don't get to play at tuD when they have their poetry contest. Even "Poetry Day" is in March.
Now I'm no Shakespeare or Poe, no Nashing or Frosting either, but I do have what is generally described as a 'bizarre' sense of humour and I presume that is ok with tuD folks since I was so honoured with the Class Clown title again this year. But I can only hope that this "seal of approval" will bear with me for this desperate and still tardy attempts at poesy... no, not the bold and beautiful rhymes of my fellow diabetics here - those stirring words I've been reading all morning, but still me... irreverent bikette - surprised that nobody entered that age-old, long revered, ever untimely and dubious wisdom of The Limerick.
1. In the first unnamed effort of three unnamed efforts, let us quickly butter up the boss:
There once was a leader named Manny His way with tuD folk was uncanny. He could win all our hearts With his genuine smarts. One can never have too many Manny’s. *************************************
2. Along the lines of Romeo and Juliet - Here's a Shakespearean effort (with all due deference to our American friends):
Hark! What number through yonder display breaks? Be it 2 (mmol/L) or 50 (mg/dL) and I be low - Needing sweets to make a go; Yet 10 (mmol/L) to 200 (mg/dL) makes me high And I must run to break the tide.
Hypo! Hyper! Wherefore art thou sweet balance? Deny thy lows and refuse thy shots - Or, if thou wilt not be balanced, dear blood Then I shall no longer be needing insulin. ********************************************
Deep huh? Romeo will never be the same. And those Capulets always reminded me of medication anyway. "What? You have a nasty case of Montague! You should take two Capulets and call me in the morning." but I digress (often).
3. Last ditch pitch at another Limerick...
There once was a medic named Banting His patients were sick and demanding He felt the allure To fashion a cure Without which we’d all be fermenting. *************************************
That's it. Way too little and way too late. I know, but at least I can Rest in Pieces knowing that I didn't miss out on BOTH books of poetry from this group of fine talents. Thanks for your patience and as always... for your friendships. Even when I'm busy taxing, I feel better just knowing that there are people here now who will also be here on May 1, when the Gates to Tax Hell are finally pushed aside.
And congratulations to the deserving winners of the 2012 Poetry Contest. I bet you feel soooo lucky that I was otherwise occupied at the time of the judging! Not! :-) ~b
You can read all the poems submitted in this page, just click the like bellow that says "View All Comments" that will display all the content since we started the program.
To order our breathtaking book you can go to theDHF Store; but keep in mind that this book does not include all the poems, is a compilation from the first contest we run on 2010. It is a great-beautiful book and I highly recommended, but you can read most poems online.
I don't typically write poetry, but I was so excited to have my lost lancing device replaced earlier this month - that I was moved to write a love poem to the new device.
****** Ode to a lancing device
Last week in LA, I left something behind. Didn’t know what to do, thought I’d lose my mind. Hiding under the bed on the hotel room floor,
Sat the lancing device I’d do just about anything for.
I read about this tool years ago on the internet Looking for an alternative to the blood sucking bayonet. All lancing devices are not created the same,
Some are designed to poke while others just maim.
With lancets preloaded in the shape of a drum It won’t cause me pain, or make my fingers feel numb. Eleven depth setting are offered for skin of all type
Personalized comfort, one less reason to gripe.
The design of the drum reduces side-to-side motion Which reduces skin tearing, a beautiful notion. A beveled edge on the lancet cap lines up on my skin.
Testing with anything else, may as well use a pin.
I complained last week on Twitter about my poor finger. The pain from other lancing devices was starting to linger. A DM brought me quickly to customer support,
Where I found out my pain would soon be cut short.
Late Friday afternoon a package was delivered to my door. Seeing the return address on the box, my heart started to soar. I love my MultiClix, which by now everyone knows.
And with that this beautiful poem now comes to a close.
daily, i take shots and pills so that
my imperfect body
can do what
others do naturally
in small doses
cursing one day
thankful the next
owing my life
to little bottles
with miracles inside
in awe of the mysteries
of modern day science
indebted to man made
that keep me alive
at the price
to be paid
am i somehow
i was before
less of me
more of them
my highs and lows
lessened the stress
on my body
but did it
stifle the muse
words come slower
i miss the rush
of the frenzied flight
from one emotion
to the next
the dances with inspiration
and i’m tempted to
forget the pills
and endless shots
to rediscover the muse
but is it worth
the final cost
if i must
pay with my life
Someday, when the angry waters stops rising and the Tides of Trouble circle back to focus in on real problems. We will let our own faults, gasp for their last breath while they drown out to sea.
For pleasant, calm warm water is left in their place. There is a comfortable waterline with no fear of deepness. There are shallow puddles to splash in, your smiles to reflect in,and joy to seep in, everywhere around you is true.
Make yourself a moment. Having no control of such a Life filled Beast is what scares everyone. Being in control? or losing it? is a struggle for one's Life either way.
For Life, with no room for error is no life.
There is truly nothing like being consumed from all sides with Love. Your possibilities are endless; your decisions are made for you, You can finally freeze time and unknowingly enjoy one's true self.
It's that unexplainable frame of mind, that Water and Love both share. You can either drown yourself in happiness or drown trying to be happy. You're always going to be too deep or too shallow when you try too hard.
So welcome Love to take guide of your ship. You'll peacefully float, slowly and sure. Just don't forget about the Troubled Tides that stir.
So you have heard of Giving Tuesday, right? Maybe you have seen the hashtag: #GivingTuesday. If you are like me, confused by all of the messages pointing in different directions floating around social media, you may be wondering, “What is Read on! →
Last Thursday was November 14, 2013, the day we commemorated the birthday of Frederick Banting. Thanks to him we have insulin today. Early that day the International Diabetes Federation released updated statistics for diabetes worldwide, as part of their update Read on! →