Last night, I thought I might write a very important post. Then I chickened out. But now …. oh well, here goes.
I don’t do drugs. Never have. I have had too many “hypos” (low blood glucose episodes), which are themselves quite trippy. Some good. Some bad. So I stay well clear of them — drugs, not hypos, which is somewhat harder to “do”. I don’t even drink alcohol anymore. The most I’ve ever drunk was three glasses of wine. You know, when in France … as you do. Read more
WordPress Daily Word Prompt – Typical
I don’t like to write about my experience with Type 1 diabetes because it is all just s?/* really. The point is no day is typical. Let me explain just a little.
We do have a lot of new tech. Little devices that can help with day-to-day management and identifying trends. So that is great. But then, life, hormones, illness, inaccuracy in product labels (for carb counts), exercise, the time of day, diet, insulin resistance, etc, affect results; so much so that I find it difficult to say what my blood glucose levels typically are when asked by some doctors. My answer is always that it depends. I often get the you-should-know-better look.
During the first 20-30 years of my having this condition, doctors would often blame me for my unpredictable results. There is greater understanding now among the medical profession that perfect control is unachievable for most. There is less of the blame game. Thank goodness.
I’m grateful for the new tech. I really am. But the device companies and insulin manufacturers (many of whom fund research efforts) have a vested interested in maintaining the status quo. It’s business as usual. I’m over it.
What do I want? Real innovation – a cure. When do I want it? Now.
PS. For all those low-carbers out there that think that low-carb is the way to flat lines, sure it helps. But it is not a panacea, certainly not for middle-aged women like me.
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WordPress Daily Prompt – Conjure
The thing I most look forward to each year is not Christmas, birthdays, the football finals, or Mother’s Day; it’s the National Folk Festival (affectionately known as the Nash or the Folkie in our household). The Folkie is about to roll around again and so we are dusting off our tie- dye and beanies in anticipation of four perfect days. Every year is memorable but some are more memorable than others. Read more