HA1C

By: Levi Blackman
Once for spring break the family and I went to Europe; Germany actually. My sister was beginning a 6 month backpacking journey through all the places she had always dreamed about and we wanted to set her off on the right foot.

By the end of the trip I wanted a hamburger so bad I could cry. The moment we set foot in America I went to the first fast food joint we passed, and like the stereotypical American that the world hates I stuffed my face full. I was so tired of German food and the greasy American style everything satisfied me like never before.

Now here I am, on diabetic island, feeling the same yearning for cupcakes. My step-mom makes the world’s greatest cupcakes with home-made icing every Halloween. How do I know they are the best? I cheat…take a high blood sugar, and blame the early death on living a little.

But you know it sucks how diabetes exaggerates the negative effects a cupcake can have on the body.  Someone without diabetes munches down on a plate of cupcakes and the only consequence is a little pudge around the mid section and maybe a little tummy ache from too much sugar.

I munch down on a plate of cupcakes and I am sick for the day. It just isn’t fair.

I yearn for cupcakes.