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This is one of the contributions to:DIABETES ESSAY AND POEM COMPETITION 2010
I went to the gp and waited my turn,
they called my name and priked my finger.
I screamed like a singer.
Oh,no the machine read high.
When the doctor looked at mum and mum looked at the doctor
I new it wasn't good and they didn't lie.
I stayed in hospital for a week.
Diabetes was what made me sooo weak.
The doc sent me home with injections and proders,
took time to get use to but now it's ok.
Take insulin and prik and prode my finger.
I'm still the same old me
just now I'm more carefull of wat I eat
and I take are of my head untill my feat.