A reasonably smooth period of diabetes control leads to a fiery exchange between Alison and her pancreas. Dear Alison I am not impressed. At the age of 4 I decided you were mature enough to take over responsibility for being your own pancreas, and I went into retirement having trusted you with the job. I… Read More »
A correspondent just left this in my basket and it’s clearly this season’s must-have accessory for the pancreatically-challenged: http://iheartguts.com/shop/index.php?main_page=product_info&cPath=8&products_id=259&zenid=LExmJmmEA3tiOe0OG3it-2 Tragically the postage from the USA to the UK costs more than the actual product, so – yet again – its one rule for the USA and one for the cash-strapped British NHS. Woof!
There must be a reason why I got diabetes. My money is on something technical involving a lucky combination of genes, viruses, a grumpy immune system and a certain lack of luck. But, there is another alternative. Perhaps I was selected because of my amazing ability to transform into a pancreas? I have a theory.… Read More »
We Brits are known for our manners. We like to be polite. Please, thank you, sorry to trouble you etc. For that reason I suspect my pancreas is not British. For the first 4 years of my life it was perfectly polite. I didn’t hear a peep from it, not an ounce of trouble. Then… Read More »
Loyal ShootUp fans already know that my insulin pump has a mind of its own that it vents publicly on occasion. The next big question in life is whether my pancreas is equally opinionated. I’ve always imagined my pancreas to be a pretty quiet, reserved type of organ. But have I misjudged it? My pancreas could… Read More »