We two were fine, the carbs and me
Spaghetti for lunch and scones with tea.
Until one day the doctor said:
"Keep eating this way and you’ll end up dead".
Blood sugar was something I'd never consider
My pancreas changed and so did my liver.
What the Hell was going on?
I thought I was immortal, thriving and strong.
But glucose tests just don’t lie
Like that malomar thrill which was getting me high.
Seven point 8 then Ten point 3, as it turned out
This delicious stuff was going to be the death of me.
Metformin prescribed with a limited diet
An undesirable transition but I wouldn’t be quiet.
I read a lot about how my own body worked;
Mine wasn’t cooperating and I felt like a jerk
But I wasn’t alone there were many like me
Who lived on pizza, white rice and quarts of Pepsi.
There are millions of us; it’s a common thread
When one out four feel a similar dread.
Then the doctor said, Hey!, Here is your needle!
You inject it yourself 5 or 6 times a day; that is the deal.
Once food was delicious and fun, a sensory treat
Now it’s an ordeal with each meal I eat.
I was given a choice, Merck, Lilly or Nova...
Dumbfounded with angst, my resentment not over
The Doc said with a smile as I was handed a vile.
He said the scripts are easy to write and expected my smile.
For Doctors, "Old world ideas" are difficult to change
But this is my Life and I’ll chose something much less deranged.
From my research I learned, there’s something much betta
And that’s when I learned about this drug called Afrezza.
