For the 5th year in a row, diabetes writers from all over the world will be participating in a solid week’s worth of informative, educational, and inspirational blog posts. To find out everything you need to know about Diabetes Blog Week, click on the banner above. A big Thank You to Karen Graffeo for making this happen every year!
Today’s topic– I’d like to go off the board Alex, and take the Tell Me a Story wildcard:
Write a short story personifying a diabetes tool you use on a daily basis. A meter, syringe, pump, pill, etc. Give it a personality and a name and let it speak through you. What would it be happy about, upset about, mad about? (Thank you Heather of Unexpected Blues for this topic.)
I feel so unloved.
Stephen has this… this… I don’t know, a phobia about external devices on his person. And he’s blaming me and my kind for it.
I mean, I’m great. I’m only the smartest, most accurate, longest-lasting continuous glucose monitor in the world. What’s not to like? Nothing wrong here.
But he always flirts with me, then just when we get comfortable together, he leaves me behind.
I’m the latest victim. Brought in to be used as part of a clinical trial. I did my work diligently, with no complaints, and when my seven days were up… he unceremoniously ripped my heart out.
Oh, he’ll be back. Who wouldn’t want a second helping of this? But when the trial is over, do you think he’ll still want me? Noooooo. He’ll go running back to his little meter and ignore me completely. He’s always like that. Just interested in what he can get out of me now, and when the need is met, I become a memory. Why do I keep going back for more?
And you know what? When the time comes that he needs me again, I’ll say I won’t go back. But you know I will. I can’t resist. I’m so weak. Besides, when he needs me… really needs me… I feel closer to him than at any other time. It’s like were attached, like I’m right there in his gut.
Who could resist that?
Don’t miss all of the great topics and posts this week, all found here.