It’s hard to believe it’s been just a week since we met,

Before you, I thought this is as good as it gets.

But since you came along, I’ve ditched the old tubes,

And the pump at the end, in my bra with my boobs.

And oh how those tubes loved to grab onto things,

Like doorknobs and pets and even earrings.

Now you, my dear Pod, you stick to my arm,

And that’s all you need; it’s the source of your charm.

Unlike my old pump, you’re not scared of things wet,

You’re with me in the shower or the tub with the jets.

So, as we continue to learn how we fit, how we mesh,

I’m certain I’d rather none other on my flesh.

There are times when I think of my old pump and smile,

Because it gave me many years and traveled many miles.

But our time together had to come to an end,

And I feel like my A1c will soon be on the mend.

So, even though I’m not religious, I think I’ll thank God,

For you, my new friend, my dear Omnipod.

2 Responses to “Ode to the Pod”

1. Michael Hoskins says:

   December 19, 2009 at 4:14 pm

   Great poem, Shannon. Glad to here the Pod’s working out for you so quickly. I haven’t tried it, but my mom has and recommends it. I may try taking the plunge on it before long, maybe trial-running it early next year. We’ll see. In the meantime, on with my Paradigm.
2. Linda says:

   December 20, 2009 at 9:22 am

   So cute! I think you’ve found your niche!!!