Being pancreatically challenged can have its downsides. But I think the real beauty of diabetes over other more boring chronic conditions is that it is so multi-faceted. The spectrum of areas diabetes interferes with is as broad as it is long. It means life is never dull. • Complications run the full gamut from head to… Read More »
I was at a meeting a few weeks ago when discussion wandered onto the artificial pancreas. How we’re making progress towards it, how it’d be great if they could get it controlling blood sugars automatically overnight, but how more complex manoeuvres like dealing with food and exercise will be more of a challenge. And of… Read More »
Going through your soaraway Shoot Up’s archives the other day, I discovered a load of video blogs that Alison and I had recorded but which I had never put on the site. I blame myself for this disgraceful negligence, I really do. Anyway, here’s the first of the lost videos and it’s all about infusion… Read More »
For the purposes of ego inflation, I like to think I am special. Most people are in some way. But is it a good thing to be seen as special just because of my broken pancreas? Having experienced the thrill, excitement and reassurance of attending events for kids with diabetes, both as a pancreatically challenged… Read More »
I’ve been low for days, this means its time for another diabetic brainstorm. I was thinking that through the power of osmosis, the athletes I was watching on the Olympics were absorbing my excess glucose from me via the TV and using it to power their own medal winning performances. But that couldn’t be right,… Read More »
I admit it, I am a secret diabetic spotter. I’m not quite at the anorak wearing, binocular carrying stage yet (despite photographic evidence to the contrary), and I haven’t ever kept a log of my sightings, but I am always on the lookout for others who are playing at being a pancreas. I’ve known about… Read More »
Hurrah! It’s the start of the Olympics* – that great celebration of sport and stuff that we all know and love. Unless you’re British. Us Brits love to moan and groan about stuff. We’re not happy unless we can have a good old bitch. And we love to bitch about the Olympics. I for one,… Read More »
After yet another diabetes related bed sheet incident I am now starting to think that diabetes and sheets are simply incompatible bedfellows. This time there was no visible problem, no massacre-like blood stains or mysterious slime. Oh no, this time it was the smell. Thankfully not the smell of my toes rotting off or my kidneys… Read More »