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Ode to my fasting blood glucose level
Behold my fasting BG score
(High Court Judge of the night before):
I’ve woken up with 8.1
And wonder what on earth I’ve done.
What pleasures did I eat and sup
To send my BGs so far up?
No evil deeds my mind recalled
To make my meter so appalled.
How cruel – to bear the mark of greed
Without the pleasures that precede!
‘It’s just the Dawn Phenomenon’
(I know the argument will run):
The diabetic’s favourite ruse
When morning blood sugars accuse.
The answer (if one reads and looks)
Is this: my diabetes sucks.
The rules it simply won’t obey,
No matter how I fast and pray.
My dysfunctional pancreas
Just likes to bite me in the ass.
I know today will be a blast:
I’ll exercise, low-carb and fast
And skimp on everything I crave
To make my blood sugars behave.
And should next morning’s fasting score
Display an 8 or even more,
It’s clearer what this must betoken:
My monitor is surely broken.
Behold my fasting BG score
(High Court Judge of the night before):
I’ve woken up with 8.1
And wonder what on earth I’ve done.
What pleasures did I eat and sup
To send my BGs so far up?
No evil deeds my mind recalled
To make my meter so appalled.
How cruel – to bear the mark of greed
Without the pleasures that precede!
‘It’s just the Dawn Phenomenon’
(I know the argument will run):
The diabetic’s favourite ruse
When morning blood sugars accuse.
The answer (if one reads and looks)
Is this: my diabetes sucks.
The rules it simply won’t obey,
No matter how I fast and pray.
My dysfunctional pancreas
Just likes to bite me in the ass.
I know today will be a blast:
I’ll exercise, low-carb and fast
And skimp on everything I crave
To make my blood sugars behave.
And should next morning’s fasting score
Display an 8 or even more,
It’s clearer what this must betoken:
My monitor is surely broken.