My friend and I were strolling through Bloomsbury the other day when I saw my first Crussh. I saw that they sold 'Fit Food' and rather than being all 'sure' and carrying on, we stopped. We were just after a coffee anyway, so I could've just gone for a black coffee if all else failed. … Continue reading It’s just a little crussh…
I’d been back in New Zealand for just a few weeks, when my friend ran up behind me as I was rekindling my relationship with running and Queenstown’s mountains. I’d missed them both, and had recently discovered a new favourite track from the recommendation of a customer at work - a steep 7km loop through … Continue reading Running The Routeburn
I think that one of the worst parts of having a chronic illness is that sometimes, it breaks you. Maybe you have several bad days in a row. Maybe you just have one really bad day. Whichever it is, you realise you’ve gone on for so long being fine and that today, you’re not. You're … Continue reading When Big D gets you down.
We’ve all been there: you’re going about your day when a hypo smashes through your body like a lead balloon falling through the sky. You need sugar and you need it now. If you’re at home, there might be a variety of high sugar ‘treats’ on offer, and it’s all to tempting to go for … Continue reading 5 reasons you should treat a hypo with glucose tabs (and nothing else)
I went for a run this morning, which is exciting for three reasons. The first: I had knee surgery 3 weeks ago. The second: Today is my third day being out of hospital after a 5 day stint in there. The third: I did it on an empty stomach, with a starting blood sugar level … Continue reading My First Run 3 Weeks After Knee Surgery
On Sunday I wrote about being force fed glucose in hospital, the day after my admission. I thought that would be the worst of it: being on a glucose drip when my levels were increasing above the healthy range with no intention of stopping; Being offered a sandwich when my levels were steady and in the healthy … Continue reading Hospital Care Part 2 – Ostracised for eating Low Carb
I haven't had the best couple of days. Late Friday night, I had fairly bad abdominal pain for the fourth night in a row. By 'fairly bad' I mean painkillers didn't help, I couldn't sleep, and it really hurt. My breathing had changed to more of a puff like I get when I hypo. So Ben drove … Continue reading Being force fed glucose in hospital as a Type 1 Diabetic.