D-I-A Lament
Monday, March 29th, 2010D-I-A Lament *
written by Kathy Richter-Sand
DIAbetic, dietetic:
My reaction’s so pathetic:
D-I-A words make me cringe
sending DIAstolic to the fringe.
What’s that you say? Why this reaction?
Oh my gosh, the stupefaction!
What of all those DIAtribes?
The endless advice so prescribed
by neighbors, friends, docs, nurses, too;
Why can’t this topic be taboo?
I’d consider a short DIAlogue
but my gut reaction wants to flog
my DIAbolic pancreas—
so cantankerous and non-robust.
My brain is sore with DIA-terms;
whooshing nonstop, I’ve had to learn
not only glucose ups and downs;
but Type 1 pumping words abound.
Go exercise but don’t forget now:
Eat food first, yet lose weight somehow!
Pass me that cake with artificial sweetener;
What’s that you say? Beware DIArrhea?
As for complications, convey no more!
I shout: Not me; I will endure!
Not whining much ‘bout circumstance;
just pleading for a fighting chance.
Don’t mean to threaten sabotage;
just wanna run, some days, from the DIA-barrage!
* The poem D-I-A Lament was inspired by memories of how, as a teen, I used to cringe in embarrassment whenever anyone mentioned a word starting with “dia” (as in diabetes). So I decided, once and for all, to serve that memory up with a dose of humor in my battle to ceremoniously give a good kick in the pants to those old feelings!
