Saturday 21 April 2012

Mad Lib ~ HAWMC, Day 21


Health Madlib Poem. Go to languageisavirus.cgi-bin/madlibs.pl and fill in the parts of speech and the site will generate a poem for you. Feel free to post the Madlib or edit it to make it better.

Mine came out making NO sense whatsoever, so I changed a few words around, so it reads a bit coherently.

Diabetes Madlib
I bolus my meals and insulin balances my carbs
I treat my highs and lows and all is steady again.
(I test and I treat my failed pancreas.)

My bg goes down and I'm in shaky and low,
Fast-acting sugar refills my blood:
I poke with a lancet and my tester spits out numbers.

I count and I weigh every last bite
And inject into me, via pump, my life source.
(I test and I treat my failed pancreas.)

From diagnosis, endocrinologists monitor.
Syringes for ketones, A1C for reports
Juice for my lows, pump for the rest.

I eat dex, I retest, I wait, and I SWAG,
If wrong, I am thirsty and need to correct 
Ketones beware, more insulin I need.
(I test and I treat my failed pancreas.)

I should have changed my infusion set instead;
At least when tubing is clean it dispenses ok.
I bleed into my tester again and again.
(I test and I treat my failed pancreas.)

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