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Language and thought

Our genes still remember our home, the ocean. Thousands of people find peace at water’s edge. Also this beautiful couple.

The most fearsome boss I ever worked for was of the view that precision of thought is impossible without precision of language.

Was he right?

I have diabetes.

The term is meaningless. It conveys no useful information.

It does not define the cause, symptoms, treatment and prognosis of my condition.

There are many types of diabetes. One is reversible by going for a walk. Another by giving birth.

There is no cure for mine. Only feeble attempts at management in order to postpone the inevitable for a while: death through disability.

The current discourse is flooded with the diabetes meme.

99% is irrelevant, if not damaging, to me. Especially internet doctors and ‘experts’ who spruik a cure or management regime for ‘diabetes’.

A tropical tribesman who has no word for ‘snow’ can be excused.

Not these.

Clueless.

Ignorant.

Bastards.

 

 

Dust to dust

The liturgy for the defunct bobbed up in my awareness when I wandered through the Bathurst graveyard: ‘and let light perpetual shine upon them’.

I like taking photos in cemeteries.

This one I took on my daily get-da-suga-under-control walk on a cool autumn morning. The rays of the sun had just burnt off the remnants of the fog. It was a beautiful day. Read More

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. Read More

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. Read More

Two by two

Another Machans sunrise. Every morning the same sun rising, every morning different. I love this part of my exercise routine: stop for a moment, retrieve that wonderful fujifilm kit from my bag, and frame the shot. On the walk home, think about using the pic in the next blog post. What shall I write? Read More

The ‘E’ word

I am an extremist.

I cause fear and terror whenever I eat in social situations. I eat plants. Only plants. No animal products. No meat, no fish, no eggs, no dairy. No oil, no fat. Whole foods, that is: plants that have undergone only minimal processing by machinery in a plant. That makes me extreme. Read More

Vampire Day

One of the joys of being a type 1 diabetic is the daily intimacy with needles. I draw some blood five times a day to check blood sugar levels and I inject insulin once a day. Today was a treat day, a visit to the Lab, more needles for the regular blood work for the endocrinologist.  Read More

Cognitive Dissonance

the state of having inconsistent thoughts, beliefs, or attitudes, especially as relating to behavioural decisions and attitude change

Behaving like a pigheaded mule with my head firmly stuck in the sand.
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Breakfast on the beach

Fasting glucose is 4.9 mmol/L  (88 mg/dl) today. Another wonderful start to a high carb day. Yet again I am astounded that the starchivore diet allows me to achieve excellent blood sugar control on only 1 insulin injection. Today I’ll eat 700 grams of carbs, 90 grams protein and 20 grams fat. Covered by all of 6 units of Levemir. Read More

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