Flutterby
Well-Known Member
- Relationship to Diabetes
- Type 1
Some of you know that when I was admitted to hospital (possible TIA, right hand useless) the diabetic team swopped me onto Levemir rather than Lantus - thus my dream came true, I got a Novopen instead of the abysmal Autopen, here's my Ode to my Novopen
Oh my beloved Novopen, at last in my possession,
Through years of diabetic care, you've been my main obsession.
I've gazed in awe at pictures of your shiny, polished finish
No amount of pens my real passion could diminish
My DSN had no idea of my long held ambition
My deep desire, my secret lust, the Novopen my mission.
Undaunted I held on to hope that one day you'd be mine
I'd treat you with respect and care, maintain your gleaming shine.
The Autopen, so cheap and nasty I viewed with great distaste
It's numbered dial soon wore away and had to be replaced
In bright green plastic, crudely made it mocked me every day
The rubbish case went mouldy so I threw the thing away.
Then, as I lay in hospital, forlorn, devoid of hope
my hand all weak and useless, however would I cope?
When suddenly some folk appeared, the diabetic team
(A fine young man I have to say, the nicest I had seen!)
"We think we'll change your insulin, the question is though, when?
For first of all we must make sure, you have a Novopen!"
Oh my beloved novopen, we meet but twice a day
And you will never realise what joy you've brought my way
Oh Novopen, You're mine at last, you are a work of art
You've captured every part of me, especially my heart!
Oh my beloved Novopen, at last in my possession,
Through years of diabetic care, you've been my main obsession.
I've gazed in awe at pictures of your shiny, polished finish
No amount of pens my real passion could diminish
My DSN had no idea of my long held ambition
My deep desire, my secret lust, the Novopen my mission.
Undaunted I held on to hope that one day you'd be mine
I'd treat you with respect and care, maintain your gleaming shine.
The Autopen, so cheap and nasty I viewed with great distaste
It's numbered dial soon wore away and had to be replaced
In bright green plastic, crudely made it mocked me every day
The rubbish case went mouldy so I threw the thing away.
Then, as I lay in hospital, forlorn, devoid of hope
my hand all weak and useless, however would I cope?
When suddenly some folk appeared, the diabetic team
(A fine young man I have to say, the nicest I had seen!)
"We think we'll change your insulin, the question is though, when?
For first of all we must make sure, you have a Novopen!"
Oh my beloved novopen, we meet but twice a day
And you will never realise what joy you've brought my way
Oh Novopen, You're mine at last, you are a work of art
You've captured every part of me, especially my heart!
Novopens really are great, aren't they? 
