Today is Poetry Day for Diabetes Blog Week, and I’m paying homage to one of our favorite books here in the run-by-a-four-year-old Sparling household – Room on the Broom.

There’s Room, I Assume?

The Girl has a panc
And islets that were blank
And a long history
With no pancreas thanks.
Oh but how the Girl worked
And how the Girl toiled
To keep diabetes
From making life spoiled.

But how disease wails
And how disease barks
As it moves to our bodies
And works to leave marks.

“Down!” cried the Girl
As she looked at her Dex
Wondering why her blood sugar
Management was complex.
It should be “count carbs”
And then calculate doses.
(A pre-meal lunch bolus
Should not cause psychosis.)

Dex looked at her sadly
And let out a BEEP
(As the Girl pulled her pump out
From hip, hidden deep),
“I am your Dex, as keen as can be.
There is room, I assume,
For a Dex like me?”

“Yes!” cried the Girl,
and the Dex gave a laugh.
The Girl tapped the button
And WHOOSH! There’s the graph!

Throughout the day,
The Girl wrote and she worked.
Her daughter drew pictures,
Both cats went berserk.
The Girl laughed out loud,
All the memories brewing.
Memories of not knowing
What blood sugar was doing.

“Up!” cried the Girl,
when she saw, on her run,
That her blood sugar tumbled
Down to 81.
Then out from her SpiBelt
With a flourish of dust
She grabbed glucose tabs
And ate three in a rush.

“Why make the effort?”
Some innocents asked.
“Is exercise worth
Getting kicked in the ass?”

Then she said,
As the Dexcom went BEEP with intent
To let her know
just how low blood sugar went,
“I used to fly blind,
but now I have Dex
That helps me keep
blood sugar numbers in check.”

Then, all of a sudden,
In the silence of night
Blared the BEEP from the Dexcom
That woke her upright.
It woke up the Girl
And it woke up her Chris
(And it scared both the cats
As they let out a hiss),
“I am your Dex, as loud as can be,
Get up soon, while I boom,
And eat tabs or candy.”

“Grumph,” said the Girl
As she stumbled from bed
And consumed the contents
of the fridge instead.
But thankful that beeps and alarms
Work to rumble
from deep, sleeping slumber
While blood sugars tumble.

“But it’s a device!
It makes you mechanic!”
“I’d rather devices
than blood sugar panic.”

Dex looked at her prouldy
And let out a BEEP
(As the Girl checked the patterns
Before going to sleep),
“I am your Dex. I work hard as can be.
There is room, I assume,
For a Dex like me?”

“Yes!” cried the Girl,
on her Safety’s behalf.
The Girl tapped the button
And WHOOSH! There’s the graph!

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