hyperglycemia

Midnight and she appears in the dark hallway

Skin and bone, drenched

"I spilled my water" she offers flatly, dazed

"You didn't have any water"

She stares at me. Confused. Seemingly processing.

Wobbling her way into fresh dry bottoms

And launching into incoherent ramblings

Speaking in nonsensical code and half truths:

My wee mock drunkard.

and more than slightly stunned.

Not surprised when the meter said hello

Or more rudely: HI

And so she sits, half naked

Dog tag collar stark contrast to her small frame

Chugging water feverishly

Pulls the blanket over her peach fuzzed shoulders

Topels over to her side, seemingly folds in on herself

Waiting for her fix to peak and bring her down.

Blood sugars, that is.

Thanks be to God for insulin.