An ode to the remote for my insulin pump. Sung in the tune of D.
Remote, O remote, how I'm glad that you're mine.
You make bolusing easy, you beep so devine.
With you at my side, I no longer must fuss
About pushing the buttons to take a bolus.
Because now - O now! - I worry much less.
I can bolus without fumbling 'round in my chest.
I don't look like I'm sassing, and I must confess:
I don't reach with my hands down the front of my dress
To gain access to buttons on the front of that thing.
Now? If I bolus? I thump on my Ping.
As much as I don't want to wear a device,
(I'd rather my pancreas up and play nice)
I'm thankful that I can remote from my meter.
Makes living with diabetes just a bit sweeter.