Termite TV - Life Stories

A vision in 3d, black and white, color, rouge, azure, shocked and pink. Colorful as Cra yola crayons, primaries in a box of tricks. I envision neon. I’m trippin’ on my trips. Profound and esoteric. For me the drum beats. Only I dream my melodies, my lyrics, my melodies in dreams. Illusions in chapters, chuckles in my sleep, especially when I dreamt a dream from chapter 1 of last week. In floral lingerie, dancing under a bridge, mother and I pranced over glass in the street. Pouring raining, drizzling cats and barking dogs. She and I danced without cutting our feet. For mother reminds, “step lightly my dear and for you, the drum beats.” That dream came from an insulin reaction, two years after my mothers death and in that dream I think she was speaking to me, telling me that everything would be alright. I developed diabetes when I was ten years old from a virus. At that time they only had urine test. And sometimes I would get angry because I had diabetes and I would take the chem-strips and throw them against the wall and they would break. And my mother would have to spend money and re-buy them. At that time, insulin was only $1.69 a vile and as years passed they were looking for a cure for juvenile diabetes and then they developed the chem-strips and I would test my blood, and the doctors could tell if I was taking care of my diabetes or not. Sometimes I would lie. I would sit up all night, do jumping-jacks to make up blood tests to make my doctor think I was doing ok. Then my doctor sent me to a diabetic camp. And at the diabetic camp I learned to take insulin shots. I met kids who had diabetes and I learned to take better care of myself. Today I have an insulin pump, and it works like a pancreas and I fill it up every 3 days, I go through my normal activity, I teach with kids. And sometimes I joke around about my diabetes. I tell them sometimes my insulin pump is a bomb and it’s going to explode any minute. Sometimes I tell them it’s a tape or a movie camera and they become very interested. And I let them check it out and inside is the insulin syringe. The syringe is connected t me and this little needle in my stomach and it injects insulin 24 hours a day. And by having insulin I learned to manage my diabetes, I learned to talk to other people about it. I’m no longer afraid, I have no side effects, no eye disease, no kidney ailments and I go about my everyday activity. I play ball, I swim, I don’t ride horses, I wish I could, I dance, I have a terrific boyfriend. He understands, and when he met me he told me, “Don’t manipulate and change anything because I like you the way you are. And I never want you to take it out because I want you to take care of yourself, and I also want you to teach me about diabetes so I can communicate with other people, and I can learn to love you for who you are, and help you take care of yourself.”