The smell of insulin on my hands is strong.
Takes me back to that day I went to the hospital to get blood drawn-
Not aware it would take so long, yet that day is the exact day my life changed forever
After that no day would be easy-I felt like I was gone, nothing would get better
I was right?
I mean-the thought of death always seems to be on my mind- Fear of kidney failure or going blind
Pokes. Needles. Shot.
They help me- They are my best friends
They are there to help me when ever, forever
Gives me the clear liquid that keeps me alive-
Allows me to walk and open my eyes- just for a little while longer…
Its not easy-
Maybe, maybe one day it will get better-
Its a pain but if it keeps me alive, its what ever
Pokes. Needles .Shots.
Not a gift- more like a curse
Though like my mother says “It could be worse”
A miracle we have needles-but it doesn’t feel like a miracle when the poke hurts