Wham! out of nowhere

by Larry Chamberlin   Jul 11, 2011


Rockin' along, lost 40 pounds,
cut the fat - cholesterol lowered;
so proud of this new lifestyle
'til the nurse calls with blood results.

Call the spouse about options,
"yes, the exact phrase she said was
'out of control' . . . no, I don't know,
I meet with him on Monday."

So begins the slow, morbid
Google search of death:
reading the types, stages
different manifestations.

Neuropathy, numbness, impotence,
undetected infections, loss of use,
amputation; early symptoms ignored
now glare with dire futures.

So how does this work?
Can it be treated? Do you lose
freedom of life? How much
time is lost? How much left?

Questions that did not exist earlier
now delineate the rest of life.
Put on the track shoes, sonny,
there's some jogging to be done.

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  • 7 years ago

    by Em

    Totally dig this being insulin dependant and struggling at the moment.

  • 7 years ago

    by Meena Krish

    Rockin' along, lost 40 pounds,
    cut the fat - cholesterol lowered;
    so proud of this new lifestyle
    'til the nurse calls with blood results.

    ^^It gives you a wonderful feeling for you have achieved something which was impossible to achieve and when that is completed the happiness swells. This is what this opening verse is all about...make you feel good.

    Call the spouse about options,
    "yes, the exact phrase she said was
    'out of control' . . . no, I don't know,
    I meet with him on Monday."

    ^^This just flattens that happiness because when you have worked hard to achieve something it seems all to have been a waste who more to share this news then your spouse!

    Lots of questions starts to bombard our mind clouding our heart making us look to a future which is bleak, which is filled with fear too. That feel good we achieved seems to have gone wasted but in fact its a way to tell us to keep at it. Like they say health is wealth and my parents have diabetes...have seen how people choose to deal with it. Either you control it rather then it controls you!

    I liked the way you have penned this. A conversational poem with images just coming at you.

  • 12 years ago

    by Hannah Lizette

    My father is diabetic and so was my mother... it's a horrible disease. It's something you have to be very careful with. My fathers is out of control at times, one hour it could be fine, the next it's 500, and the next it's down to 40. I pray that yours will not be that hard to handle, it really makes him feel bad with it bouncing so much.

  • 12 years ago

    by Steven Beesley

    Diabetes - my mother has it and it is difficult to keep her in control!

    She likes all the foods that she should not be eating and that is the problem!

  • 13 years ago

    by Decayed

    I don't have diabetes, but my pro-insulin is in large amounts :s

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