Been having weird dreams... Guess I'm a little anxious about the endo tomorrow... So in honor of odd dreams and anxiety:

Twas the night before my endo appointment, when all through the place
Not a meter was stirring, had my pump at my waist
My gym clothes were tucked in my backpack with care,
And I hoped that my work would show on the scale.

And I was nestled all snug in my bed,
While visions of low A1Cs danced in my head.
And me in my 'kerchief, and Bob in his cap,
Had just settled our brains for an early fall nap.

When in a weird dream there arose such a clatter,
The doctor he told me everything was the matter.
He said that my A1C had risen so fast,
And my weight was through the roof, I was simply aghast.

The moon it showed down as I tossed to and fro
The bad news continued from my dreamland endo.
When, what to my sleeping brain did appear
But a 400 plus cholesterol number, and my control-loss so clear.

And the doctor I dreamt was so lively and quick,
He grinned and looked smug as he eyed up my test kit.
More rapid than eagles his words one by one came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called me some names!

"Now Nicole! now, Bad girl! Dope and Bad Diabetic!
You're terrible! So, Stupid! You're simply Pathetic!
To the top of the charts! Your A1C has climbed!
Now Get Out! Get Out! Get out of my sight!"

As I cried out before I made my way to the door,
I met with an obstacle, the doc wanted to say more.
So up to the rooftops his mean words they flew,
With a mouthful of name-calling, he berated anew.

And then, in a twinkling, the dream it all changed
And the endo stopped calling out all those terrible names.
As I drew in my head, my dream turning around,
Right toward me that doctor came with a bound.

Now he was dressed all in blue, from his head to his foot,
And his clothes like a 70's pimp made him look,
A clipboard he had in his fat little hands,
And he faced me and said, these numbers look grand.

His eyes-how they twinkled! His dimples how merry!
His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
And he said to me, I'm proud of what you've done here Nicole.

The words they came out through his smiling white teeth,
Well this is the best appointment I've had all week!
You've slimmed down your face and that little pot belly,
You must be laying off those doughnuts of jelly!

Your A1Cs way down, said this right jolly old elf,
And I laughed when I heard this, in spite of myself!
A wink of his eye as he told me the rest
Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread.

He spoke some more words, going to straight to his work,
My cholesterol's down and this made me smirk.
And laying his finger on his smiling lips -
He said, "You must be pleased with all of this!"

Then he left the room and to his nurse gave a whistle,
And away they went from my dream like the down of a thistle.
But I heard him exclaim, 'ere he walked out of sight,
"Your appointment will be fine now go to sleep and good-night!"