I’m participating in WEGO Health’s National Health Blog Post Month (#NHBPM) during the month of November. I’ll be writing 30 posts in 30 days based on the prompts they supply. Learn more here. Wish me luck!
Today’s prompt: “Write a letter to your health…”
Dear Health (in general), I like you, for the most part. It’s not often that you get me ‘real people sick.’ All of my labs have been coming back a-okay for quite a while now. You don’t require any daily pills at this point in your life. Health, you’re pretty decent, other than a few weird things that you throw at me over the years (MRSA (??), that weird knot on my lower back due to something not showing up in my spine at birth..). Oooh, wait. You also dealt me the diabetes card. You son of a… gun..
Dear Diabetes (specifically),
You’re an ass.
You cause me to over think things. You make my purse too big. You make me feel bad sometimes. You limit what I let myself eat when you make my blood sugars high. You cause for me to have to be attached to a stupid insulin pump (pumpernickel, I love you. Please don’t shut down on me because I called you stupid). You make me pierce my fingers 10 times a day and squeeze blood out of them. You make me cry. You make me scream. You make me poorer than I already am. You make me go to the doctor ALL THE TIME and you cause me to worry about my future.
And you’ve not done these things to just me! You’ve done it to millions of others. Worst of all, you do all these things to my little sister, too. I absolutely hate you for that. I’ll never forgive you. Torture me, but don’t torture her, too.
Diabetes, I know you’ve brought some great people into my life. I know my sister and I share a very special bond because of you. I know that you are part of what makes me who I am. But, still – you’re an ass-hat.
Thanks for listening. Please don’t rebel.