No Thanks, I'm Vegetarian (January 10, 2016)

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Don't understand

Why people are

So surprised

At my rejection

Of their holiday meal.

Knowing

There is little

To none

I will eat

Of the meal.

Due to

Personal

And medical reasons.

Smell of cooking meat

Is enough

To make me

Nauseous.

Although

Must admit

To indulging

In the odd craving

Of fish and chips.

So sue me.

Sadly

Am Type II diabetic

(Thanks mom

For this genetic inheritance).

Forcing me

To be

Very selective

On my dinner plate.

As

Traditional veggies served

At high holiday feasts

Contain high sugars

And starches.

A fact

I don't need reminding

As I try keep myself

From needing

To injection Insulin shots.

Never mind

My anxiety levels

Max out

In crowded

And noisy situations.

Triggering

My need for quiet space.

Else

Am facing

A nasty panic attack.

I thank you.

But

In all fairness

Have to say

"No"

To your generous offer.


Therisa © 2016

Author's note: Not sure, what triggered this mental discussion, which resulted, in the poem, before you. But I had to get these thoughts out, before they drove me, nuts. Every high holiday feast, like Thanksgiving, Christmas, and Easter, my building has a get-together, for the tenants, put on, by the staff, here, which I have politely declined.


For Christmas, last year, a food bank that I visit, when times are tight, was giving away tickets, for a free Christmas dinner, which I declined, disappointing another tenant, from my building, who wanted me, to accompany her, to it.


Sigh.


I can't win, for losing.