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.)