New to this so not sure if this is the right place to post this. Its just A poem to vent my frustration......
We all have crosses to bear
Because you can’t see mine doesn’t mean it’s not there
I struggle with it day and night
Trying hard to keep the numbers right
My balance lost to frozen feet while my toes burn up with prickly heat
My blood pressure falls and won’t rise up while my heart rate stalls at 108
My blood lies dried on strips that measure my sugar levels for now and ever
People around me without a clue but think they know it all
I’m told to eat a little and the numbers they will fall
I’m told I should be thankful and it really could be worse
Even though it’s this disease that will put me in a hearse