I know I’m a little late to the party, but that’s the story of my life. The party I mean is World Diabetes Day 2019 on 14 November. The theme this year is Diabetes and Family. I haven’t written anything to celebrate but I thought I would share this old post. It is kind of horrifying, and I confess that I most worry about criticism from my fellow Type 1 diabetic peers because they seem to have their diabetes s..t together so much better than I do. But that is just an assumption on my part. Anyway, this is not about me. My family deserve a medal for putting up with me. They are the unsung heroes. The second theme of this post is about not jumping to conclusions. I’ve tried to make it funny as well. It is okay to laugh. So, here goes (again). Read more
A long time ago in a land far away, my True Love and I had a big adventure. It was on our European backpacking tour of ’91. While we were in Ireland, we decided we would lash out (spend up big) and take an organised day tour of Killarney National Park. Our mode of transport was horse and cart, and then dinghy for the return across Loch Léin to Ross Castle (I hope I’ve got that right. It was such a long time ago). For the more intrepid traveler, there was the option of riding a horse. Now I’m not that intrepid but I used to be a good rider, so I chose to ride. My True Love wisely chose to travel by cart. Read more
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
Aussie Readers, given the escalating rate of new Government policy and funding announcements, it will come as no surprise to you that a Federal election is imminent and judging by the nature of the announcements to date, the result of the next election is expected to be a close one. Am I the only Australian woman still menstruating that considers the recent announcement exempting sanitary products from the Goods and Service Tax a stunt? Some estimates put the saving to each woman at less than $10 per year. But I suppose the more you bleed, the more you save. Let’s not forget that GST revenue goes to State Governments anyway, so it is not like they are giving anything away. I am being facetious but you get my drift. Never let it be said that the Coalition has a woman problem.
If I had my way, I would rather see the Government commit to further emission reductions. I don’t think anyone outside of Government seriously believes Australia is going to meet its Paris emissions reduction target based on current policy settings. If I can’t have that, and apparently I can’t, I would like to relieve some of the day to day stress of living with Type 1 diabetes. 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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