“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…
I love going out on the town for the night And having a meal by a soft candlelight (Because I know, at a restaurant, meals are yummy; For the food isn’t prepped, touched, or cooked by me.) But to dine with type 1 can be quite complex, Because restaurant food has a whole set of specs That require some SWAG’ing;…
Have you ever read the Pout, Pout Fish? It’s new to us as of a few weeks ago but this rhyme is already committed to memory. (My son loves it. And my daughter finds it beyond silly. Blub, bluub, bluuuuub.) Because I’ve read this thing several dozen times … today … I keep adding verses and removing them and…
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…
(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…
Getting into the holiday spirit? Today I’m revisiting the ghosts of poems past with Pizza (A Christmas Poem). Watch out for that pesky, fight-picking panc. T’was the night before Christmas and all tinsel’s in, Not a creature was stirring or making insulin. The stockings were hung by the chimney with care In hopes that my islet cells soon would be…
Revisiting some diabetes poetry this week while traveling. This one is a take on R.E.M.’s Everybody Hurts, only with an alarm fatigue component … * * * (With deep, deep apologies to R.E.M. and Everybody Hurts) Everybody Beeps When your day is long And the night, the night is yours for sleep. When you tuck yourself in…
The Other Half of Diabetes: We think a lot about the physical component of diabetes, but the mental component is just as significant. How does diabetes affect you or your loved one mentally or emotionally? How have you learned to deal with the mental aspect of the condition? Any tips, positive phrases, mantras, or ideas to share on getting out…
Revisiting an older poetry post, recorded in my kitchen with a healthy dose of a Rhode Island accent. Because we are resilient, damn it. You might also like: Unbreak my panc. (another parody) Happy Birthday, Dr. Seuss! D-Blog Week: Diabetes Poetry. Diabetes Blog Week: The Other Half of Diabetes.
During this week’s #DSMA chat, a sidebar discussion about diabetes haiku broke out, and in a matter of seventeen syllables, things took a poetic term. @darthskeptic @EspressoOfEvil @DiabetesSocMed Once upon a time My pancreas did its job. That time has done passed.
If I were ever Gretel, finding home would be a snap A trail of bloody test strips mark my way across a map. If I were ever Batman and in need of a grappling hook, The most-used lancet in my bag would do the trick to catch the crook. If I were ever Superman, and lows my kryptonite, A jar…