Diabetes Dance! Stomp your feet! Dexcom glance! Everybody ready For the Diabetes Dance! Bow to the pancreas Furrow your brow Twirl with the pump if you know how. Bounce with the blood sugars. “Fiabetes, duck!!” Dial in a rage bolus, Such crap luck! With a BEEP and a BOOP And the lancet stabs. Everybody promenade Glucose tabs! Prance with infusion…
In honor of Valentine’s Day, I give to you a poem for my weaksauce pancreas, with a nod to Robert Burns (link to his original poem below). And Happy Valentine’s Day to all my fellow PWD and PWLPWD (People Who Love People with Diabetes). Remember that today is a perfect day to Spare a Rose to help make a…
(Sung to the tune of Walking in a Winter Wonderland) A little holiday jam from the depths of my otherwise uninspired pancreas! You might also like: Walking in No-Hitter Wonderland Looking Back: Pizza (A Christmas Poem) Love Poem for my Stupid Pancreas Link Love.
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“Just don’t eat sugar.” “Take your pills.” “Count your carbs.” “Avoid most thrills. “Be prepared.” “Plan ahead.” But this disease Is in my head. I can’t split up the thoughts around My mental health and body sound. Impossible to draw a line Between “I’m sick” and feeling fine. Just take my shot? And avoid stress? Beware of cake? Test, don’t…
Time to run round neighborhoods! Time to collect up sweets and goods! Tricks and treats and being merry And time for some to run commentary. “Um … can you eat that?” Yes, I can. I can unwrap this Twix bar, man. Can place it in my open mouth Can chew it up and send it south. These things? I CAN….
Oh my panc is like big corn cob That crapped out one September; Oh my panc is like the laziest Of my endocrine board members So fair art thou, pain in the ass So much work that you don’t do; Yet I will love thee still, oh panc Till you go get a clue. Till you go get a clue,…
That’s Not My Pancreas!
Diabetes and Family, Diabetes Poetry, Psychosocial Support, Real Life DiabetesMy home is awash with children’s books, and I keep making the diabetes versions in my head. It’s a hard habit to break. Which brings me to today’s post, a parody of the “That’s Not My …” series of books that have taken over the little Guy’s bookshelf. This one is called “That’s Not My Pancreas!!” …
Beep, Beep, Beep!
Blood Sugars, Diabetes Advocacy, Diabetes Poetry, Diabetes Tech, Pumping Insulin, Robot LifeOne of my son’s favorite books is Little Blue Truck. We have that mess memorized and can bust it out even without the book pages in hand. And every time my pump beeps, I think of the little black pump on my hips at all times. These two thoughts ended up in my mental blender this morning, thus, Little Black…
I read a post on Facebook this morning about a mom who spent a few hours by her kid’s bedside, monitoring a low blood sugar and keeping the snacks at the ready. I thought about my own mom, who carried the bulk of the diabetes burden so that I didn’t have to, and how life felt normal because she made…
(Mr. Grinch, with an insulin twist. Sing along!!) You’re a mean one, Mr. Panc. You really are a heel! You’ve made me a pincushion, all those needles I can feel, Mr. Panc. You make me require boluses before every meal! You’re so lazy, Mr. Panc. Your islets are such shit! Your shape is all corn cobby and your betas all…