Lifescan’s OneTouch Ultra2 is my current meter of choice and I don’t really know why. Like a long-term relationship between partners who don’t love each any more, yet can’t be bothered to go to the effort of breaking up, I’m almost completely ambivalent about it. My Ultra2 isn’t really too bad, certainly isn’t abusive and… Read More »
I went to London for work yesterday. Not a major event really, I go a few times a month and it’s only a couple of hours by train. For some reason though the world was against me yesterday. – 0630: Leave the house. – 0635: Return to the house having remembered that I haven’t picked… Read More »
I start with a word that sounds like I’m about to stop living My middle is a wager I might make on a horse I end with a flea-like creature That’s right; I’m a Di-a-be-tic. Or am I? When I was a child I was a diabetic. Later the trend changed and I morphed into being… Read More »
I’m Alison’s pump. She talks about me a lot so I’ve hi-jacked the blog to tell my side of the story. I don’t have long because we’re not apart often so I’ll get straight to it. I’ve been with Alison for over 2 years now and overall I’d say we get on well. She’s a… Read More »
Last week, I missed my first ever diabetes-related appointment at my local hospital. Prior to this mishap I tutted angrily to myself when I read about people who were too lazy to bother turning up for appointments – wasting valuable medical staff’s time and costing the NHS. But now, sadly, I join the serried ranks… Read More »
My fair city of Edinburgh is currently in the grip of the Edinburgh International Festival and Fringe. For those that don’t know, the city plays host to the world’s largest arts festival. Each August a bewildering number of plays, dance routines, comedy shows, musical extravaganzas, street performances are put on in a warren of tiny,… Read More »
When I meet other people with diabetes or even just people who think they know a bit about it, they often make a judgement about my diabetes. “Oh, you’re such a good diabetic” or “you’re such a bad diabetic because you’re eating that”. Whilst my overwhelming urge is to tell them it’s my diabetes and… Read More »
Do I really believe that? When I was a child my mother used to carry an uncooked baking potato in her handbag. She knew that potato contained 30g of carbs. When my meal arrived in the restaurant she’d get the raw potato out of her bag and compare it with the one on my plate.… Read More »