I just tested and my sugar is 64 and I thought of how my husband should feed me something but he’s asleep…and anyway, forgive this “drunk dial” of a discussion post when I’m THIS low and loopy, but I had to do it…
“Will you still need me, will you still feed me, when my sugar is 64?”
“Baby, you can drive my car (if you’ve tested and your sugar is in the appropriate range).”
“Eleanor Rigby…died of a high and was buried along with her ketostix…”
“Obla-di, obla-di, life goes on, yeah, even after diagnosis…”
I think we could start a band called the Dia-Beatles. I challenge you guys to come up with more diabetically-charged song titles and lyrics. Beatles only. Extra points if it the lyrics sound like the original ones…or fit with the melody and rhythm…or make me laugh.
(I will so regret this in about 15 minutes when those marshmallows kick in.)
Let me take you down, 'cause I’m getting my Strawberry glucotabs .
Nothing is real and nothing to get hung about.
Strawberry glucotabs forever !!
No one I think is in my tree, I mean I might be high or low.
That is you can’t you know unless you test it, but it’s all right.
That is I think it’s not too bad.
Always no sometimes I think it’s all me, but you know I know when it’s not a dream.
I think, er No, I mean, er Yes but it’s all wrong.
That is I think I might be low
Ricky Racoon, checked into the room, only to find his teststrips. His woman, it seems, had destroyed his dreams by leaving them in the room of her lover