Feelings on Diabetes
Mad. Sad. Glad. It all started with Dad. He took me to the doctor. She was sort of like a proctor. She looked over at me. It was easy to see I had diabetes.
She told us to take a bag. That made me sag. I was going to the hospital. It wasn’t like playing ball. I was scared and frightened. I wasn’t enlightened. The sound of keytone Was not like an ice cream cone. I was in my own little zone.
I poke my fingers To check my sugar.
I have to take shots Before I eat.
I’m tired of all this. I wish it was easier.
I can’t go to my friends’ houses. They don’t know what to do.
I wake up every night at 3:00 a.m. To check my sugar.
I wish it would all end.
It Will Be All Right
Carina, 14, sibling
I worry about my sister when her sugar is low. She has a meter and a shot To save her from feeling bad. And when she takes the shot, It will be all right.
I imagine sometimes: what if I Had to take a shot? I think it would hurt. But she is brave. I’m glad she’s not scared Of the shot, and that she has Mom, me, and Dad and Cameron And Vanderbilt To help.
I’m Feeling Whoosy
Colton: “Mom! I’m feeling whoosy!”
Mom: “OK, come in then.
Colton: “I’m feeling shaky and I’m losing feel- ing in my legs!”
Dad: “What happened?”
Mom: “Is that Daddy?”
Mom: “Just come in.”