desidiabulum
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Hi all – i haven’t been reading the forum for a while, but it sounds like things got a bit heavy. So here is my profound contribution to our discussions. My coping mechanism with diabetes is to write dross like this:
Ode to a pancreas
All hail the noble pancreas,
An organ of indifferent mass.
He likes to make some insulin,
Depending on the mood he’s in.
But sometimes he would rather not
(Thus diabetes I have got).
I sometimes like to squeeze his sides
With glipizide or gliclazide,
Or other sulphonylureas,
Until more insulin appears.
But still he can’t resist the urge
To let my bg numbers surge.
Or else he’ll have another go
At giving me a bad hypo.
If he still works then all is well,
But still I wish he’d go to hell.
Ode to a pancreas
All hail the noble pancreas,
An organ of indifferent mass.
He likes to make some insulin,
Depending on the mood he’s in.
But sometimes he would rather not
(Thus diabetes I have got).
I sometimes like to squeeze his sides
With glipizide or gliclazide,
Or other sulphonylureas,
Until more insulin appears.
But still he can’t resist the urge
To let my bg numbers surge.
Or else he’ll have another go
At giving me a bad hypo.
If he still works then all is well,
But still I wish he’d go to hell.