Thursday, November 18, 2010
You can take my pancreas - I don't care. I didn't know what it was before anyways or even where it is located now.
You can take the smoothness of my fingertips away - give me scabs and red dots - go ahead.
You can remind me of you every moment of the day - with your lows and highs and beeps - I can handle that.
You can poke my body - fingers and belly, hips and thighs - you can leave traces of your presence, red dots, bruises and scabbing.
You can label me as a 'diabetic' as part of your clan - the one you got a hold of and won't let go. Throw a bracelet on my wrist to remind me and place a pump on my hip to disrupt me.
You can wake me up at night or force me to eat when I am not hungry.
You do all these things and I am okay with that because what has come from this is all worth the handicap pancreas, rough fingertips, reminders every day, pokes, labels and wake up calls.