I Hate Being Diabetic Poem by Ibrar Siddiqi

Its true.
This disease has been making me blue.
Fifteen years of cursed problems.
i was fit and healthy.
Before I got diagnosed.
now most of the things I loved to eat.
The off limits, the sign says closed.

My doctor said a long life is possible.
Without complication, no guarantee is given.

I tired of having to look at the wrapper to see if I don't get ill.
High sugar or low.
My body is like a boxer.
I'm tired of being dealt blows.
To my fragile body.
I walk three miles a morning.
But by twelve noon.
I'm yawning.

Sometimes I have a bad day - have too much food.
Just so I be like someone healthy.
But the results on my glucose meter.
Show me the bad news.
I'd call up John Lee Hooker.
And I would write, 'I've got the Diabetes blues'

My eyes are now at risk.
I had a lucky escape.
A life in the dark
Not being able to see.
Not able to see my wife.
My incentive to get better.
Confirmed by my consutant.
The Greek Goddess.
She said she was amazed.
I know I'm ddoing good.
But could someone send me a recipe.
To make salds taste like a Donner Kebab.
The I would eat it till i was fat.