Tag Archives: blood sugar levels

“SNAP-CRACKLE-STOP!”

It’s like a serial to me,

I frequently turn ornery…

My wife says “Stop!”

When I pop,

i offer apology.

At times I can tell why,

Afterwards why the “fly”…

Often the devil

Of blood sugar level,

Control–and I do try!

Sometimes a matter of pressure,

Pressured beyond measure…

Steam “poop” valves

A steamer tells,

Is for safety not for pleasure!

Sometimes merely nerves,

I’m older, if memory serves…

Unlike when young

Things aren’t as fun,

Especially icy curves!

Not getting a word in edgewise,

An unpleasant rival’s surprise…

Being forced out

May bring a shout,Which is not always wise!

I’ve noticed when I’m alone,

Letting down my guard I moan…

Being surprised

Anger might rise,

Defense of what is mine alone.

–Jonathan Caswell

SLIMMING DOWN

Less sugar bathing his brain,

Lowering levels for same…

Eating less too

Temporarily blue,

But sanity is maintained!

Smaller portions succeeding.

In decreased consumption needing…

No seconds consumed

Making more room

Near the steering wheel  when he drives!

–Jonathan Caswell

WHY SO HIGH

WHY SO HIGH?

In danger of a well-meaning lecture,

His problem is no conjecture…

Blood sugars range high–

He’s not sure why,

The last week or two, adding its texture!

They’re inspecting the apartment again,

For grease in the stove and vents…

We’ve done our best

And to LESTOIL, attest,

‘Though the smell offends that sense!

Where an angel sometimes treads,

We’re trying  changes in meds…

Side effects

Lessened may next,

Relieve  pressured sprinkler heads!

Seeing my nutritionist this week,

I’m “facing the music”, so to speak…

Choosing by myself

What to take off the shelf,

Need reminders on what’s best to eat!

This downer with sugars high,

I can but continue to try…

Mother’s gone–

I must on my own

Make blood sugars fly lower in the sky.

–Jonathan Caswell

BLOOD SUGARED PAIN

BLOOD SUGARED PAIN

Knocking down blood sugars high,

Is like falling from the sky…

Lowering the level

A necessary evil,

The bottom–endpoint–to eye!

With insulin take food,

Or all kinds of pain intrude…

Ketoacidosis

A dangerous diagnosis,

“Burning body fat unhealthily used.

Lowering blood sugar levels has cost,

Irritability and energy lost…

Regularly test

During rest,

Too low and one’s life is  lost.

–Jonathan Caswell

THE NAMELESS…!

THE NAMELESS…!

Some folks have nameless fears

About environs, careers…

Depression as well

Puts one through hell,

For things not totally cleasr.

For me it’s oft my blood sugar,

Feeling like this is always a booger…

Trouble defining

Lower-pitched whining,

Makes life a nasty cooker.

Making light of the pain

For others has its gain…

Keeping a smile

May lessen the pile

Of suffering in your brain.

–Jonathan Caswell

FEW UNDERSTAND!!!!

FEW UNDERSTAND!!!

Even close friends will say,

Why don’t you will it away…

Don’t feel bad

Think of all you have,

Don’t let depression hold sway!

The few who do understand

Know my life’s demands…

And struggle with diet

And how I’m too quiet,

Needing more caretaker friends.

Health professionals think counseling

For me would be freeing…

Becoming less tense

Would be immense,

Helping even my breathing!

For me, blood sugar level,

Becomes its own sort of devil…

Unstable as such

Hurts me much,

With consequences to food revels.

A friend is right–it’s self-inflicted–

Resulting in behavior well-predicted…

Planning is key

To live uprightly,

Not staying on course gets one ticketed!

–Jonathan Caswell

DOWN TO EARTH AGAIN

DOWN TO EARTH AGAIN

That weekend, he was flying high,

His blood sugar levels were why…

Nearly at six hundred,

He frankly wondered

If it were even worth the try.

–Jonathan Caswell

DIABETIC DUMBBELL

DIABETIC DUMBBELL

 

His wife as he was leaving, said,

“Remember, use your head…

Don’t overindulge

Growing your bulge,

I don’t you showing up dead.”

He went out with a grin

And proceeded to give in…

Went for his sack

To inject on track,

Had forgotten his insulin!

He’d left it there on the table

So was unable…

To correct

And deflect

The levels his eating enabled.

The moral of the story here

Is medically abundantly clear…

Take along your full kit

Or you’re done for it,

When you’ve had too much cheer!

 

–Jonathan Caswell

 

WORK DICHOTOMY AND THE DIABETIC

WORK DICHOTOMY AND THE DIABETIC

 

He’s struggling with blood sugar levels,

Trying to face his devils…

To test very much

Requires the bucks

To properly finance health revels.

Symptoms are often the same,

Whether high or low in the game…

Sweat and jitters

And vision that glitters

This disease is worthy of the name.

Tonight he’s feeling down,

No replacement yet has been found…

For the man fired

In December transpired

To upset all vacation grounds.

He feels he’s the only one

Around when training is done…

Always second shift,

His may be a gift

But it rarely if ever is fun.

He’s let himself be used

By others and feels abused…

They fake datum,

He can’t get at them

For getting along is what he’d choose.

Maybe he feels put on, a little,

Not getting much sleep in the middle…

Of a long week

More sleep to seek,

So he won’t fall asleep at the griddle!

 

–Jonathan Caswell