Crossfitting, pancreas acting, single mum to three
Have I told you about Darla yet? Darla is a 22 week old Golden retriever, she is quite possibly the most gorgeous thing in my life, whilst simultaneously being the most disgusting – I’ll not tell you what she digested this morning…. Darla came into our lives after a few too many glasses of prosecco,…
Hey you, I see you, with the coffee in hand, and the circles under your eyes. Mind in overdrive, calculating the next insulin dose, thinking constantly about the impact of PE/excitement/pizza will have on blood sugars. So fecking tired, but so sure that you will never sleep again. I see you because I was you.…
Spiralling… Put simply it is a bugger. When I was ill with anxiety anything could send me spiralling into the pits of despair. For me, it wasn’t Type 1 fears; I have had great support over the years with Type 1 and my mindset is fully dialled to the positive. But, Talk to me about…
I have walked in your shoes. For over nine years now, but I still remember the anguish of putting on those shoes, how they felt too tight, how they blistered and bruised my feet, and sent rockets of pain through my body. And the additional distress, that beside me, my little girl’s toes were cramping…
Improved? How can a chronic, incurable, condition that arrived unexpectedly one day at our door improve our lives? Am I mad? Or just blindly optimistic. Let me explain. I like most people, felt cheated, alone, highly fecked off when Type 1 invaded our world. Yet, I took the mindset that it would not stop my…