DIY Pancreas

The hook weaves through the yarn, and, in it, I see the breaking, flowing loops of a body.

Being diabetic is just like making a sweater. The needles come in and out of the skin, the stomach, the soft parts of a person you wish to keep tender. The hook does one chain stitch, then one more. As I look down at my stomach, where the insulin shots keep it warm, I notice the slip knots of purple and blue string in the place of bruises. My blood is polyfill stuffing. And in those loops of yarn, in the absence of a body, I see that giving an insulin shot is just like crocheting.

Both feel kind of the same.

Writing and photography by Hazel J. Hall.
Previously published by Wordgathering.