Symptom*

That sucks. Who made you a debt slave

Hello Whipped, and thanks for coming by.  
 
My use of the word addictum is as a metaphor for how diabetes effects everything about you over the years till you succumb with your last breath.  The way you’re chained into a servitude, the type you can never pay off and one day be set free.  At times when I’m reminded of and dwell upon how final this is (ten years for me so far), I have to do something to distract my mind.  Otherwise, I think that I shall go mad.

Thank you, John, sir.  My heart goes out.

This doesn’t help you or me or anyone else with type 2, because what I’ll say next is only a pipe dream, but...

IF I gave up everything about me as a dedicated scribe over all the years I was, in exchange to be as I was before this miserable flesh-eating disease sank it’s gangrenous teeth into my young strong body & mind... I would this minute denounce my art, my word craft, my song, to pick up my archer’s bow I used to use, and hunt down the EVIL of the beast!

*turns aside, tearing...*

I can never know how acutely and profoundly this disease has affected you - but this points to it.

How this poem tears at me.

Your craft is impeccable.

RL'd without hesitation

Thank you, dear Thomcat, I... I think you've had enough to handle in your own life without having me as your dear friend with such a thing.  You know I'll never be able to stay as long as I would have liked.  But at least we have a special friendship, and our poetic expressions.

(see you early tomorrow on Diamond Head's peak... )

A beautiful poem my friend.

Thank you, friend Andy.

I feel you here Jade! {{{Hugs}}} jj

Yes, I remember... and thank you for coming to share with me, dear Joe.
( ( ( ( hugs ) ) ) )

This is so well written but also so heartbreaking. Also conveying the frustration you are forced to deal with. Great job here!!

*blushes from the honor paid to her for her humble effort*

Thank you, dear Ken, my new friend.  Sometimes, this largest challenge in my life insists on being heard, even though I try not to have it define me.

Jade you could never be defined, your strength shines with such grace and beauty in between every word you write. Love the vulnerability peeking out from your
strength. Stay well, stay strong my friend. Much love and mad mad respect,
Survivor🥀

Thank you, my darling SURVIVOR.  Your words had me humbled into silence - for a while - but I couldn’t keep you waiting and feel right about that.  Your countenance illumes and brightens my immediate prospects, which then has me hope that I can also be a positive force, though one that violently flickers... like the candle in the wind.

A flicker is still a flicker,a spark of spitfire my sweetest friend. Much love,
me🕯️

Dearling Cat, I’m sending you a pm note momentarily with something that came to me yesterday, which is what delayed me from replying.  I hope you’ll understand once the note rests in your hand.

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