Tag Archives: type one
Chronically ill mud-wrestling: to the victor goes the cure!
Since the moment I was diagnosed with Type One Diabetes twenty years ago, I have been hearing that a cure is right around the corner. Really soon! Maybe this year! Right around the corner! In your lifetime for sure! People wanted me to give money to find a cure, say …
Night-Out Glamour Tips for the Endocrine-Challenged
The other day, as I tucked and twisted and swore trying to find an acceptable fold of fabric on my dress on which to clip my insulin pump, it occurred to me that glamour for Diabetic chicks can be a tricky proposition. Blood spatter, blocky insulin pumps and glucometers, injection …
The First Seizure: A lesson in romance
First time your hands meet . . . First time he performs a move reminiscent of a Danielle Steel novel and rips off his shirt . . . First kiss . . . First trip together . . . It’s all very romantic and such. Sweeping violins and roses and …
So you’ve decided to run a marathon . . . and roundhouse kick your chronic illness in the plums.
I’m beginning to have fears regarding my sanity. What am I talking about? Hold on to your orthopaedic socks my diabetic campadres and try this on for size. So I’ve decided to run a marathon. Don’t snicker just yet—there’s more. To run said marathon, this will involve putting into motion …
In the Trenches—the not-so-sweet considerations of Diabetic l’amour
A thin film of cold sweat breaks out across my skin—I’m glistening as if covered in a sheet of Pam cooking spray. My words collide, ram up against each other in a garbled mash. There is a moment when low blood sugar switches to dangerously low. I know it when …
Sugar-Induced Blogging—a Study in Mania
I woke today to discover an alarming incident had slipped into my otherwise painfully vanilla life. Some fiendish doppelganger not only accessed my computer but set up a blog, a website. Oh. My. God. Against my will, I was forced to become one of those freaks. Images of me accrued …
