Day 3 of Diabtes Blog Week: Stop Outside the Box
Stopping By a Diabetic’s House on a Regular Evening
Whose house this is I think I know
With insulin, pump supplies, meters, batteries, and glucose tabs to treat a low;
She will not see me stopping here
To observe diabetes in her life's flow.
Her little finger must think it queer
To never have a lancet near
Among all the others fingers
Who get poked thousands of times every year.
Her pump sends her a vibration which makes her shake
To see if she has a blood sugar mistake.
The only other sound is stomach’s rumble
To signify that the reading is not a flake.
This diabetic’s life is lovely, happy, and deep
But she has blood sugar logs to keep
And miles to go before she sleeps,
And miles to go before she sleeps.
Based on Stopping By Woods on a Snowy Evening by Robert Frost...becauase it is only in the mid-90s here today.