I have diabetes - you
see?
I am not obese,
I do not smoke or
drink,
I am a hungry
vegetarian,
and I swim in the sea
each day.
Then you shouldn't
have diabetes?
But unfortunately, it
doesn't work that way.
My dad had diabetes
and
it was his parting
gift to me.
So I have made
friends with my condition,
it calls me son and I
call it Pop,
as I pop another
pill.
I treat him with
every consideration
and we do love to get
it right.
My doctor treats him
with reverence
and prescribes only
the best wrapped gifts,
to assuage his
temper, and hopefully one day
will inject some
realism into my insinuation
and oft repeated
question,
"Oh why dad, why? Oh why?".
Now it ought to be
OK? You say.
But these bloody
auto-antibodies
go hunting in a pack.
So another pill for
cholesterol,
another for BP,
I know these rustling
popper packs
will be the life of
me.
But I am not a
diabetic!
Repeat that after me,
and then maybe you
will see,
that whatever my
glucose status,
it is me you see -
yes me.
So please don't stick
a label
for now you know the
truth.
You know that I
suffer from diabetes,
as you might do,
one day.
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