I like to think that having T1 doesn’t hold me back from much. And the truth is, it really doesn’t. It makes things a bit more difficult sometimes, but there are only a few things you actually can’t do (we discussed jobs etc in a previous post but I can’t find it right at this moment).

On Monday last week though, my status as an insulin addict was put to the test. My little boy Hugo was ill and my husband had been home with him. He rang me at about 4pm to say they were off to the hospital as Hugo had suspected pneumonia. I was at work so jumped in my car as soon as I could and…

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Sigh. So I had to go for a fasting blood test this morning which meant getting the baby up and giving him his breakfast, getting him dressed, wrangling him in the car, hauling him into Labtests, balancing him between my feet while the blood test was carried out so he didn’t try to grab the needle, getting him home, playing with him and waiting for him to have his morning sleep before I got to eat my breakfast…. in the middle of this I had a hypo.

Had breakfast (the usual), bolused (the usual) then got on with all the other chores which had been waiting for me while I completed my four days at work. One hour passed, my…

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A good friend of mine has been running a shop on Dominion Road for the last ten years and as you can imagine, has seen it all. Dominion road is one of the more colorful neighbourhoods in Auckland with a good mix of people including a few undesirables, the weirdos, funnies, friendlies and everything in between.

I’m sure she thought she had seen pretty much everything that Dominion road had to show her by now but on Wednesday, in came someone that tried her patience in a totally new way!

My friend runs a recycled fashion boutique and said customer had come in to sell some shoes. Just as this potential customer arrived though, said friend was in the throes of…

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I received this by email from Daniel Howarth, who some of you will know from Auckland DHB. I will be sending my postcard this week and encourage you to do the same. The results will all be collated into a book in due course.

Read on for your instructions….

A big group of young teenagers with diabetes were given a postcard and told they could write anything to, or about their diabetes… obviously there were a few “I eat sweets without my mum knowing” type responses but there was also a huge amount of heart wrenching deep ones…”I think I let my family down so I lie about my blood sugars” and so on…

All of the group responded well…

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Happily, even before I was diagnosed with diabetes, needles were not something that I’ve was ever been that bothered about.

I mean, I don’t think anybody is particularly looking forward to seeing a needle descend into their flesh but some are a little more squeemish than others and some of those people are inevitably diabetics.

Then there are the people around us that don’t like seeing them including our family members, colleagues and friends. I remember one colleague who had to turn away when I did finger pricks and a cousin that almost passes out when she sees a needle come out so the problem is real and it’s out there.

Personally, I can’t imagine that there are many conditions…

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