There is something in me that needs to commemorate dates – sweet dates like half birthdays and first meetings, and sad dates like today’s: 30th March, a year since I had emergency surgery and lived through one of the worst weeks of my life.
I always complain that November is the only month of the year that people care about diabetes… But this year I was ready for them, and it was amazing!
Seriously amazing. World Diabetes Day was on the 14th November (Tuesday this week) and I am so fired up about all the possibilities to make a positive impact for people with diabetes in South Africa. Here’s a round-up of interviews from this week:
I’ve always loved speaking in front of an audience. As a child, I think this is because I was inherently a show-off (when I wasn’t curled up somewhere with a book) and telling stories about my experiences has always been one of my favourite things to do.
Only now, it’s the grown-up version…
Ten years ago today, I was diagnosed with diabetes. It’s been a decade of 5 injections a day, countless fingerprick blood tests, watching what I eat, living with a chronic condition. Somebody bake me a cake!
Ella is cutting a tooth, so we woke up a lot last night. I’m pretty tired and a little fuzzy, but I’m also in the midst of a huge work project, so as soon as I dropped Arty at school I knuckled down to work. And then…
I love food. I always have and I dare say I always will.
I’m by no means an adventurous eater – I was the fussiest child ever – but food brings me a huge amount of joy. I can (and usually do) get excited about dinner at breakfast time, and there are few things better than a cup of tea and a piece of chocolate for lifting my mood.
Lately, though, I’ve been feeling a little guilty about food…
This has been one of the most difficult weeks of my life. And I don’t say that lightly – there have only been four times in my life when I’ve thought, “I don’t think I can take much more.” This was one of them.
And I feel like if I write it down I can put a full stop behind it and it will all be over. Please God. So here’s what happened…
What a week. I’ve been battling mastitis for two weeks now, and despite doing everything right – early antibiotics, cabbage leaves for days, warm compresses, three rounds of ultrasound – it has developed into something nasty that requires a surgeon’s knife this morning. Eek!
I make it a personal habit of mine to look for silver linings in every situation, but this one has been a bit of a challenge… Still, I’ve found two. Here they are:
… In life is your health, right? Then why is it that we don’t notice how important it is till it’s gone on holiday?
I have been feeling under the weather this week. Poorly. Unwell. I have a mild case of mastitis and a severe case of feeling sorry for myself and it blows me away that last week – and the week before, and the week before, and all the many weeks I’ve been feeling well and not taking antibiotics – I didn’t notice. But that’s life, isn’t it? (more…)
I am a lucky diabetic. Most of the time, having Type 1 diabetes doesn’t feel that hard. The injections, the constant blood sugar checks, the needing to be careful of what I eat – I’m pretty much used to it and can see the silver linings (except during pregnancy, which was a whole different ball game). Most of the time.
But then there are the other times, when all I want is a day off. (more…)