be one..but if it could,it would be)
Awakening to the blackness
in that state of semi-awareness
still figuring out what my body expects of me
until my cgm vibrates & alarms,
LOW.
Automaticlly,I grab for my meter with one hand
with the other,glucose tabs on the standby
and confirm it to be true,63mg/dl,double arrows down.
Not a whisper of a symptom has presented itself.
Until that minute,when it buzzed off
forcing me to read & process,
spelling it out for me
that yes,I was low.
I treat, and go up.
Because of my cgm,
I will live to fight another day.
Tonight,the hundreds of times it has gone off on irrelevent tangents does not matter.
It has done it's job..& it is a lifesaver.
-- Posted from my iPhone
2 comments:
Heidi-
Awesome poem! I never looked at the CGM that way. Beautiful!
I love this.
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