Today’s prompt: write a poem where every line is a question.
Why do the questions never seem to end?
Not only those others ask, but I ask myself?
Why is my blood sugar high
when I’ve eaten this same thing before?
Did I not bolus early enough?
Is my insulin to carb ratio off?
Were there more carbs than I thought?
Should I have done a combo bolus?
Should I do some basal testing?
Are there bubbles in my tubing?
Am I getting sick?
Is it that time of the month?
Will the questions ever end?