Not a day goes by

“Why me?” I said 

This condition which I manage and constantly fed. 

I never asked for it 

I don’t expect others to understand?

Yet a little empathy refutes me going slightly mad.

A calculation here

A calculation there, 

Can’t I just throw carbs in my mouth without thinking?

Now I am an arithmetic expect within a second of blinking.

And there are the highs which you bring down

Trying not to analyse everything and wave my hands deliriously like a clown. 

To my fellow Types 1s, you are not alone 

Just accept this poem with a tad of realistic humour, credit cards accepted as this condition isn’t a loan.

“Poem for the type 1s with diabetes”

Jason

17th April 2025