OverEaters Blues Skys

"This is amazing      
I shouldn't be seeing these numbers    
for six months", She said,      
   
He had pricked his finger in front of her    
Got a reading of 129.      
       
Bob had a glucose reading of 355 six wks prior.    
She had grabbed his finger    
poked it right in the center      
       
She was an inexperienced poker        
you do it on the side  
to avoid pain.      
       
Bobs finger hurt for days      
       
Bob was bubbling with comments      
       
"Have you heard about how bariatric surgery cures diabetes?"      
       
"Yes, it is remarkable, but hormones may be involved.    
Why this happens is not known"        
       
This was the first doctor Bob had met in perhaps ever    
that seemed human        
Caring    
   
Her touch    
  Bob showed her some skin patches    
 She took his hand      
touched them      
     
"We will turn things around. See you in six weeks"      
       
Bob decided to make a case study of himself    
to cure himself of Diabetes    
Without the pills she had prescribed    
   
   
He would limit calories by willpower    
 What bariatric surgury did with a band around the stomach    
to physically make it impossible    
to eat more than a few spoonfuls at a time    
   
All he had to do was quit eating    
easier said than done    
   
He knew something was amiss in his psyche.      
He was in a state of food hyperventilation    
   
Even a hint of coming down off of his permanent shugar high, would cause  waves of fear passing through him    
driving him to stuff his face      
       
Eating a gallon of food    
around midnight    
a bad habit he had fallen in to    
for maybe the last dozen years     
       
Been married for 15      
Deer caught in the headlights stare    
in one of Bobs early married pics.      
   
Maybe stressful marriage and stressful job that started him eating a whole watermelon in one sitting.    
       
Bob remembered his inner voice telling him    
"keep this up and it will do you in"      
       
     
A disease fades from me                    
A spent snake skin shedding                  
leaving me deadly          
           
She is a fresh recruit                  
Training spinning in her head                
her youthful airs spinning in mine          
           
vibrant            
                 
Deep concern for her            
she has taken me on          
a special case to cure          
           
love me and tease me          
as long as i am          
  one of the dying          
           
dying to know her          
feel her touch again          
           
Bob tried his hand at poetry.        
"Dont quit your day job" he thought      
       
     
Listened to Bob's heartbeat,                  
with  hands on his shoulder,    
chest          
          
               
                   
"She is getting started                      
At University hospital                          
           
we are just getting started...      
           
           
she lays her hands on me          
explores me          
looking    
seeking out what afflicts me          
playful curious          
           
i record her touch          
to playback        
     
i see her again          
in six weeks          
           
that is my final exam          
crunch time          
to prove           
i could do it          
to become alive      
   
after living a slow          
slide into          
death        
           
           
all evidence suggested it could          
be done          
           
so           
i undertook the    
journey out of    
my disease of    
lack of will             
                        
Care                
Compassion                
Concern                
through fingers                  
         
digging myself out    
of a ten year hole    
shoveling thru       
unbearable hunger          
feeling alone          
insecure    
   
Praying    
   
355 goes to 330 then 300          
         
going through anxiety waves          
false walls trapping me          
fighting old urges          
   
Success! I cross the 200 mark    
10 days until T minus 0          
then five          
then one          
     
Two bowls of rice    
One eaten        
fighting the unstoppable    
 need to eat the other    
   
Look at it        
Carry it around like a pet        
amazingly          
the urge  to devour wafts away    
I look back and say "Gosh"        
         
Invited to lunch        
feel the tidal pull of    
partaking with others of    
fancy objects       
dainty fried won tons    
sushi bites    
soup cup    
        
pop them in your mouth        
keep popping        
Submerge me       
         
I walk out        
forces tugging        
I walk away from the whole scene        
         
soon peace returns        
amazed at the power of food rituals        
the cook took notice          
curious about the man    
that escaped her food spell        
         
         
Down to one-eighty          
got to pull off a marathon fast          
         
skip breakfast          
         
all day at work nothing but          
watered down black coffee          
         
5 pm home just a bowl of watery          
cabbage soup          
         
9am moment of truth          
I prick  finger before her    
         
129          
"i amaze even myself"          
         
I tell her so much energy has returned           
that I just have the urge to MOVE          
dance the jitterbug          
         
                 
 Flashback six weeks:                   
" ...going to need to start you on two drugs.                  
If that doesn't work, I need to get you on Insulin"                                      
            
Bob thought that                   
It was just a cover                    
to conceal            
her sacred power of touch            
     
He sung      
"yes i am changed from your touch        
yes it is i who did the changing        
   
The followup visit       
came and went
 
"where does that leave me?"        
       
final exam over        
aced it        
       
its party time      
       
but i cant        
too much food makes me sick        
       
ive grown to prefer
extra time between meals        
the smaller portions        
       
the old habits  
are out of place now