In return for a favour, an aunt gave me two packs of sugar-free biscuits (cookies in Americanese). While she was well-meaning, I can't say that I'm grateful.
I opened the first pack two days ago, and finished the entire pack in this time. I realise now that the problem is that I don't think of biscuits as food, but... Read more
In some ways it feels strange to think that I was diagnosed so recently. My eating habits and lifestyle have changed so drastically that it's hard to remember what life was like before the big D.
One bad habit that I seem to have retained, however, is sleeping late on Saturday and Sunday mornings. I just can't seem to... Read more
Apologies for such a short post, but:
8 kilograms (17.6 pounds) down, since leaving hospital!!!!
In my research online, I found this description of an autoimmune disease (Type 1): "AD occurs when the body is unable to properly distinguish self from
nonself and initiates a response or an attack that eliminates its own
healthy tissues." I found this rather poetic in its imagery, but that my be because the term "self" is loaded for... Read more
On Sunday night, it really hit. I couldn't stop crying. I was heartbroken, because I realised that having diabetes, and more relevently paying for medication and care, mean that I will probably never afford to do my Masters in Clinical Psychology. The Masters requires me not only to pay for tuition, but also living expenses and... Read more