I Could Die at Any Second

I am seventy-one I could die at any second. I tell this to my nurse. She says “stop!” She calls me silly. I am seventy-one. I like it. I had a peanut butter cup and creamed soda for breakfast I say. the nurse does not respond. I am sure I am a diabetic I tell her. I have ballooned up like a fat sow these last few years. She laughs. “Stop it! “She says. “You forgot to call me silly,” I tell her.