Dear Pancreas

Dear Pancreas,
   Since you stopped making my insulin, I've stopped pulling things out of the fridge semiconciously. I've been more worried about reading a sugar reading than a text. I've had to wonder if my friends are scared of test strips. I missed PE a few times. (not that I'm totally complaining there) I've had to explain why I'm not fat. I've been poked way too much. I'd rather smash my meter than my slow computer. Thanks to the no more fresh strawberry lemonade, the only thing I miss. I haven't had a frappucino in months, because I don't really want to see the carbs. I have a stupid meter case and sugar source with me all the time. I miss being spontaneous. Can't you start working? Can't you be magical like a....a....a unicorn or something?

Please?
Katy

P.S. I'll post a thank you pancreas soon :)