365
(a D-Parody of Dolly Parton's "9 to 5")
Tumble out of bed
and stumble to the kitchen,
Pour myself a cup of ambition.
I check my number,
try to come to life.
Consider my clothes
ever since I've been pumping.
Blood sugar climbs as
blood pressure’s thumping,
For folks like me, with the D, for 365.
It's 365 days a year without vacation.
Just to stay alive,
and stave off the complications.
Those without can't see
and they never give you credit
It's enough to drive you crazy
if you let it.
It's 365 days a year of shots and bleeding.
It's the ups and downs
and the questionable readings.
Try to do my best,
but they call me noncompliant.
It's enough to make you angry and defiant.
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You get to work
and your number's climbing
Meet with a client,
couldn't be worse timing.
You check and treat
and hope it goes back to range.
You head back to your desk
'bout the time you're dropping.
Right about then,
the boss man is stopping.
You make small talk
and hope you didn't sound too strange.
It's 365 days a year without vacation.
Just to stay alive,
and stave off the complications.
Those without can't see
and they never give you credit.
It's enough to drive you crazy
if you let it.
It's 365 days a year of shots and bleeding.
It's the ups and downs
and the questionable readings.
Try to do my best,
but they call me noncompliant.
It's enough to make you angry and defiant.
It's 365.
No time off for good behavior.
Just to stay alive.
It's no love, but all the labor.
It's the counting carbs
and the constant health minutiae,
and the a1c to which doctors would reduce ya.
It's 365
and ten times as many blood tests.
It’s the lows and highs.
Ain’t nobody needing this stress!
It’s a healthcare game,
no matter what they call it.
You spend your life putting money in their wallet.
It’s 365!
Man, I didn’t even notice.
It’s 365!
Damn, did I forget to bolus?
It’s 365.
I don’t even know how my blood sugar got to be 365.
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