It stands
Before me
Like K2
Or Mount Everest.
Taunting me
To assault
Its steep slopes.
My hands
Searching for
That elusive grip
To propel me
Upwards.
Having spent
What seems
Like an eternity
On this rocky outcrop.
Scared
To look down
Where I've climbed
Over the past decade.
Afraid
I'll lose my footing
As vertigo
Over takes me.
(My fear of heights
Is second
To that
Of needles.)
Having
Already fallen
Backwards.
Losing several meters
(And years)
As a result.
Forced
To restart
From the base
Up.
Without
The same margin
Of error.
I
Once
Had.
Knowing
My future health
And any possibility
Of SRS.
Hang
In the balance.
Regaining control
Over my Type II diabetes
And mental health.
As I retrace
My steps
Upon the rock cliff.
Hoping
Of reaching
My dream's summit.
Therisa © 2016
Author's note: Yesterday (January 19, 2016), I had an appointment, with my diabetic nurse and dietitian, at their downtown Toronto office, as part of the follow-up, to my starting a new med, just before Christmas, last year. At the time, my glucose reading were dangerously high, in the low to mid-20s mmol/L. In Canada, a healthy person, should readings between 4 and 6 mmol/L, during a blood test. A diabetic is considered, within acceptable levels, if they test, between 4 and 7 mmol/L, before eating or drinking any food. At two hours afterwards, it increases between 5 and 10 mmol/L, for diabetics.
Lucky me, I get to see my family doctor and have fasting blood work done, tomorrow morning. A task, I'm not looking forward to, in having, to go and see the vampires, in the lab. Sigh.
