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The T1D Diaries

A photoblog celebrating life and diabetes

Gospel according to Pilate

They fished all night. Nothing. Countless times they set and recovered the heavy nets. Nada. Zilch. Heading to shore for a much needed rest, a voice rang out over the water:

“D’ya do orright?”

“Nah, just got here!” The standard fisherman lie reply to yet another wannabe know-it-all ashore.

“Look over there, the bait are chopping, try there, heaps of fish a bit further out to the left.”

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Back from been

I’m back.

This morning’s fasting blood glucose: 5.2 mmol/L. Fantastic!

Today’s total insulin dosage: 1 injection of 4 units Levemir. Just wonderful!

Flu and type 1 diabetes are a frightful combination. Two weeks ago I was injecting 30-40 units of insulin a day in a vain attempt to get my blood sugars below 10 mmol.

The body has it’s own inscrutable strategy for fighting an infection.

In the end one can do only two things: rest and keep the faith. Continue Reading

Sick Days

Beware of visitors bearing gifts! Gifts in the form of a virus. Which made our poor visitor himself very sick.

For a type 1 diabetic, even the simple flu can be a life-threatening condition. I pride myself on good blood sugar management through diet, exercise and a total daily insulin dosage of 4 units.

When the flu comes, this all becomes irrelevant. Continue Reading

Hi Carb No Bolus Diabetic

Nine months ago I switched from LCHF to Dr. McDougall’s high carb no fat diet (plant based, starchivore)  to manage my type 1 diabetes. Since then I have not needed to inject rapid insulin at meal times. Before that, I needed about 10 units of bolus a day (plus 16 of basal), even though my carbs intake was less than 30 grams a day. Dietary fat had made me so insulin resistant, that my body needed exogenous insulin to metabolise it’s very own carbs my poor liver was grinding out all day, every day.

So how do the blood sugars of a high carb no bolus diabetic look? Continue Reading

Inspiration

It is four in the morning. The Jetstar A330 from Osaka touches down at nearby Cairns Airport. I hear the long braking run. No reverse thrust is used, thoughtful pilots.

I wake from a weird dream. Low sugar?

Yep, I’m still a diabetic.

With heavy heart I start the daily diabetes grind: check blood, correct, eat, exercise, inject, check, correct, etc., etc.

Some days are like that. Continue Reading

Swan Lake

Type 1 diabetes is a big deal. Many non-diabetics are clueless about what it entails to have to manage and integrate a chronic disease. Some get annoyed when the diabetic friend or loved one speaks too often about things ‘D’.

We feel alone. Continue Reading

Like a child

Riding my bike around Cairns every day is as good as it gets. On a beautiful sunny day the scenery is stunning.

It gets better when I get rained on. Riding through the puddles, soaked to the bone, smile on my face and a song in my heart, the envy of the occupants of the passing steel coffins that squirt jets of spray all over me in their pointless hurry to get to work. Continue Reading

Stop and Smell

Judging by my Facebook feed the presidential election result in the US of A means the end of the world as we know it. The screeching of the lefties easily overpowers the cicada chorus in the tree outside my window. The victors are on the back foot, secretly gloating, yet uneasy about the future they wanted so badly, and got. Continue Reading

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