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
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