I was going to call it “Dia-ku” but I like “Haiku-betes” much more!
Gosh-darn-ed test strips
Always littering the floor
Glad they’re not Lego
Trudy, just beautiful…love the seasons…can feel what you’re feeling🍂
Di-a-be-tes is
Four-syllable word meaning
Unwanted new life
Tell your daughter I USED to have a hobby: artisan-style baking!
Life on insulin
Happiness is by the hour
Will it do me in?
Ward off, ward off, those
complications, exercise
in moderation
Broken pancreas
I must become an organ
To keep her alive
Spike to two hundred
Only one small plain pancake
Where no spikes before
Honeymoon over?
MDI, CGM, pump?
Pancreas kaput
Next normal coming
Over the horizon soon
Wonder what will be
Noble pancreas
Under-appreciated
Until it’s no more
D Battles
I have D–we strike
a truce with my injections.
Clear vision returns.
When I’m high or when
I’m low, my dogs stare at me.
I watch for their smile.
Transitions
A Swallowtail pair
search for the last sweet nectar.
Summer days grow cool.
My blood sugar rises high,
falls as low as autumn air.
Depression looms
as winter refuses to leave
Summer where are you?
take the cards you’re dealt
it’s better than dementia
at least there’s treatment
Dementia is a
Progressive condition like
Diabetes but
Constant loss, constant
Consistent un-learning
holding mom’s hand helps
Helps her, helps me, helps
Big brother who just now starts
understanding pain
Loss is expected
Where did she go? Where is she?
She was our good sense.
I miss her so much
Highs and lows I would trade for
Having her know me
Once again.
@LADA_lady: difficult time for you, keep loving your Mum, she will have short spells of remission which you can treasure.
Diabetes. Type?
Why? Does it truly matter?
Members of the Tribe.
Blood sugars sky-high
Refuse to descend from their
Ivory Tower
Endless frustration
Bolus entire reservoir?!
Any golden mean?
Vile carbs raise BG
Completely stop eating them?
Unrealistic.
Constantly watching
food for carbs and counting them
just plain depressing.
Exercise, eat well
Just want to avoid type 2
My dad’s legacy
Didn’t want to live
Like him, pricking my fingers
Shooting insulin
But it’s all for not
Diabetes came for me
Type 1 came to call