Diabetes Days: Roughly Roar A'la Katy Perry; Roughly Resemble Rides, Masks & A Long Agone Friend - Roughly Resemble The Ghost Of My Pancreas Past.

Some days my diabetes gets all Katy Perry together with roars continually amongst a loud, annoying, ear worm of a chorus that seems stuck on a never ending loop of WTF, consummate amongst a glucoaster ride of blood that shows upward out of nowhere together with stays until it decides to depart.  
The glucoaster ascends to the highest of highs, teetering precariously atop the highest loop for what seems similar forever, therefore chop-chop descends to the lowest of lows, causing my breadbasket to drib fifty-fifty faster. 
And lets non forget the equal parts of sideways; upside down, together with backwards that D has thrown into the glucoaster mix, but because it can. 
In those units of time, diabetes non alone throws me for a loop, it leaves me shaking, tired, together with worn out from the ride - together with non inwards the adept way.

And on those days that I vesture my “I’m Fine,” mask similar a champ together with few people exterior the globe of D know how I’m actually feeling. 

Other days, my diabetes whispers quietly together with plays all overnice inwards the corner together with barely making a peep - except for alerting me to a depression or high - mimicking my much loved childhood friend G, who rarely talked unless she had something of import to say. 

Then in that place are the strange, eerie -but inwards a adept way, few together with out of the bluish days, when it seems similar the Ghost of my Pancreas Past has shown upward from who the hell knows where, accompanied past times the poltergeist of my long dead together with gone Islet of Langerhans. 
And for those few days it's equally if my glucose numbers freakishly resembles person amongst a fully surgery pancreas. 
My temp basal rates run 1/2 their normal rates together with bolusing for breadstuff becomes a breeze. 

But just as chop-chop equally it appeared, my ghost pancreas fades to dark together with leaves without proverb goodbye. 
And on those oh therefore rare, Ghost of my Pancreas Past days, larn component myth; legend, together with mystery of my life - together with my life amongst diabetes. 

Also, I'm weird, or perhaps I'm but crazy, but whatever. 

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