Today's original prompt was to write a piece of poetry about Diabetes. I decided instead to use one of the wild card topics. I know it says to write about a supply you use every day, but I chose to write about a supply that I hope I never have to use.
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.)
Hello. Let me introduce myself. I am one of my girls many diabetes supplies. I am the one thing in her bag that she if afraid of. She simply calls me "the Big Red Shot" My real name is Glucagon. Out of every thing that she carries I am the one she has never used. That does not mean that I am not important. I know Insulin is the main superhero that she uses, but I consider myself to be a superhero also. She just hasn't needed me.
I sit at the ready watching her dance and swim and play. I get carried in lunch boxes, and purses and backpacks. I go everywhere that my girl goes. I have been to school, on field trips, camping and to amusement parks to name a few. Every once in a while my girl's mom pulls me out of the bag to show me to someone and tell them how to use me in an emergency.
Two times this year I was taken out of the bag, ready to assist my girl. Once was at a swim party when her blood sugar dropped to 33 and the other when when she had a stomach bug. Both times the every day heroes juice box and glucose tabs saved the day. But I was ready. I will always be here watching and ready for my turn to save the day.
Aww, sweet story. Glad she hasn't had to use it!
ReplyDeleteI'm so glad glucagon is always there and ready to save the day. But I'm even more glad it's never been needed.
ReplyDeleteMine is also always ready and never been needed!
ReplyDeleteLets hope it's never needed. One of my biggest fears too. And I'm worried that I won't know when. Amy was 1.6 (28.8) the other day, and she was walking. She was out playing and came running because she felt low, and she looked terrible. We didn't even test right away, just got the chocolate milk drinking box out. Then I got the glucometer. But I knew right where the glucagon was in the cupboard.
ReplyDeleteWonderful tool to personify! I hope you never ever have to use that thing! Thank you for sharing your creativity!
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