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  1. Getting a sense of humour...

    Monday, 10 February 2014

    I consider myself to be a fairly well read and educated person. I'm also surrounded by a lot of very well educated, well informed and well read people an awful lot of the time. Sometimes it seems that however well educated and well informed a person is, you can still find things that surprise you.

    Case in point - I read A Christmas Carol when I around twelve years old, and thoroughly enjoyed it. As adaptations of the book go, I maintain that The Muppet Christmas Carol is one of the best, even though I'm thoroughly aware it makes plenty of changes - it feels the most faithful to the book's spirit. No pun intended. 

    Just before Christmas I found myself having a discussion about A Christmas Carol, and more specifically The Muppet Christmas Carol with some friends. Someone admitted that because they love the Muppets version so much they sometimes forget that in the original there is only the one Marley brother. Which made me stop and think, then I realised that I had done the same thing myself more than once. How about that, when I'm actually well noted amongst people who know me as having a ridiculous memory for facts of this kind?

    Between us we decided that because the Muppets version was one of the most loved, and most watched adaptation, it was often what people came to know first, so no wonder they're surprised when they go back to the source material and see that something's a bit different. 

    Now, as amazing as the Muppets are, you might wonder why I'm talking about this. I have a point. 

    See this?






    This has been floating around Facebook again today. I've seen it before, and no doubt I will see it again. I know it's not just been on my newsfeed as well, as I've seen various members of the DOC addressing it. 

    'It's just a joke!' I've seen people saying. 'You're reading too much into it', when I point out that I find it offensive.

    I have a sense of humour. A good one. I know people often say that when they're trying to defend the fact that they don't get jokes. I get it. I get what you think is funny about this, but I'm sorry, it's just not. 

    This is exactly the sort of misinformed 'humour' that perpetuates myths about diabetes as whole, regardless of whether it's Type 1 or Type 2. There is so much ignorance and misinformation about there about what diabetes is, cause and treatment that does anyone think that 'jokes' like this are really helping anyone?

    Like with my point about A Christmas Carol, if a person's first point of contact with any sort of information is incorrect, and they then hear that repeated over and over, what do you think they'll believe? You only need to do a quick flick through your television, or a quick search on Youtube to see people making these sorts of 'jokes' again and again and again (and again and again - I could go on). It becomes mainstream. And no matter what you think, it still seems as though blaming anyone with diabetes for their condition is still an acceptable target. Couple that with the often downright dreadful portrayal of diabetes as a whole in fiction, and the blunders and idiocy of mainstream journalism, is it becoming clear now why I, and many others don't find this sort of joke funny?

    Would you make this joke if it was something that impacted you or someone you love? What if it was about something that you cared passionately about people understanding and getting right in their heads?


    When I saw this appear on Facebook today, I took to explaining to a few people exactly why I don't like it. And to their credit, they seem to have listened to me, so this is not me 'having a go' at them. Really, it's not. They're my friends and I love them. But things like this, for all the reasons I've just said, make me sad. They make me angry and tired and just want to sigh. Some days I just don't have the energy to fight these battles. So maybe you'll excuse me when seeing multiple people 'like' this picture on Facebook upsets me. Maybe you'll forgive me if I don't see the funny side.



     

  2. Getting armed and ready

    Monday, 26 September 2011

    Let's just get this said right off the bat - diabetes sucks. It isn't any fun, and it's not something we ask for. I'm riding at a 'lovely' score of 14.8mmol/l (266) as I write this - I'm not exactly in the best mood, as you can imagine. However, I'm trying to put a positive spin on things as best I can. 

    I read the '15 measures' article from Diabetes UK the other day, and had to stop and think some. If you've not read the article (which I suggest you do, if you haven't), the basic premise is that there are 15 basic health checks that people with diabetes in the UK should get every year. What was rather horrifying was the statistics provided of the sheer thousands of people who were failing to access basic tests to help educate and prevent complications. Education and basic tests are far more cost efficient than treating complications later down the line. Really, there is no excuse not to be offering these checks to people. 

    I'm lucky. I really am. I've been offered, and taken up several diabetes education courses. Of course I'm pro-active about my health and my diabetes education. Not everyone is. But through asking, and I mean simply asking - I didn't have to beat down any doors - I've accessed carb counting courses, courses for 'newly' diagnosed people and pump training. I am aware how lucky that makes me. Not every area offers these things. On the whole I've never had to fight for my test strips. I pray that never changes. Through being educated, and given the right resources, I can know that my sugars were at that 14.8. I know how to correct and what to correct by, rather than leaving it up there. This has to be a good thing, surely? This is the application of preventative measures! This is how you enable people!
    On the flip side,though, the problem with having all these checks done is that sometimes the results tell you something you really don't want to hear. I reference you back to the whole 'chubbygate' situation. I didn't want to hear that. It hit a raw nerve for me. But my consultant wasn't to know how my weight has been an issue for me for pretty much as long as I can remember. And I'm trying to do something about it. You bet I am. It's not easy though, and I'm sure many people out there can relate. 

    It's not just chubbygate though. I've been going round and round in my head about how I was going to bring this one up. I don't want to make something out of nothing, but it got to me. This is going back over a month, to the end of July. I had just got back from working a week long event as part of my job. Believe me when I say I was tired when I got back home. I found a letter waiting for me at my door, which I knew from looking at the envelope was from the retinal screening service. I wasn't worried to open it - the rather lovely young woman who'd taken my pictures had said that it all looked fine at the time.

    The letter was saying something different. Minor background changes. Apparently nothing to worry about, and nothing that required anyone doing anything. We'll see you in a year. 

    I would very much like to meet the person who reads that letter and doesn't worry. I'm sorry, but they're not human. I was tired, it hit me from nowhere. I dumped my bag at the top of my stairs, lay on my bed and started crying. Was I going blind? Was this my fault? I'd only been at this whole diabetes game for just over two years, and I was already getting this letter? The one I wasn't hoping to see for another ten, fifteen, twenty years, if ever? Had I done this to myself? Could I fix it?

    Well, of course, I got past that eventually. And do you know what? Being upset was ok. I keep telling myself that. Staying that way, though, is just self pity. And no-one likes that person. I certainly don't. I've since been for a standard, 'real-person' eye test. Part of that was the non-drops version of the retinal photograph. I talked to my optician about what I'd been worrying about, and he talked me through everything. Seems that if it were his own eye, he wouldn't have been concerned; it's the sort of thing that can disappear as quickly as it came. Turns out I needed to get glasses for cinema and driving, which I wasn't expecting, but what can you do? Most of my family wears glasses (or should - but I won't go there), and it wasn't like I was completely shocked. That's 'real-person' stuff, and nothing to do with me and my D. 

    Getting that letter, and 'chubbygate' were a real punch to the gut. I didn't want them, and I didn't really see it coming. But in the long run, I'm probably the better for knowing. You can't see your way through the darkness, and you can't work with information you don't know. It hurts, and sometimes it feels personal, or like people are rubbing salt into the wound, but I've been thinking and asking myself lately whether I would rather not know these things, and carry on blind, or know where I stand and what I'm working with. Personally, I'd go with option B. So to anyone out there who might be reading this who isn't getting all their '15 measures', please do yourself a favour. Make some calls, knock some doors down. Be your own advocate and your own enabler. Get what is rightfully yours to inform yourself and arm yourself against a disease that, let's face it, sucks and isn't going anywhere. We need all the tools available in our arsenal, so let's make sure we get our hands on them.



  3. The Legend of the Sharps Man

    Monday, 5 September 2011

    It's like some diabetes urban legend. Say his name four times into the telephone, and he might appear to you that night...

    Sharps man...

    Sharps man...

    Sharps man...

    Do you dare say it one more time?

    I did.

    See the terror! Hear the horror! It's a tale that will leave you trembling with fear!

    Or just deeply, deeply annoyed. For me, it was the latter. 

    Something I've heard over and over again from other D-friends is the trouble they've had getting rid of their sharps bins. I've had some trouble myself, but in two years, I had only had to sort out one collection...

    until now. (Can't you just hear the dramatic sound effects?)

    Not because I don't fill up sharps boxes - because I do. I just don't like to call for mine to get picked up with just one box, so I save them up to try and make fewer collections. 

    I know some people can hand in their boxes at their GP's surgery. Some people can hand them in at the chemist. Some people have to take them to hospitals. I've heard all sorts of different variations. For me, I have to have mine collected by specialist waste management. Which I have to arrange via the council. 

    Now, the last time I tried to sort this out, I called up the council to arrange a pick-up, expecting to leave my boxes on the doorstep, and for waste management to come and collect. Oh no, no, no. Can't do that. Health and safety, don't you know? Well ok, fair enough. What am I supposed to do then? Well, they collect between 7am and noon, you'll just have to listen for the doorbell. 

    Well there are several things wrong with that. Firstly, I have to be at work. I have to keep my holiday days for using to cover my MA classes. I can't be using them for you to collect sharps! Secondly, even if I was prepared to do that, I can't. I live in an attic flat of my landlord's house. I have no access to the front door for entry and exit, and I can't hear the doorbell. So I can't do that. So last time, the Sharps Man and I arranged for me to take my boxes to work, and he would walk over and pick them up. I work in the city centre, and not far from the council offices. Which I appreciated him doing, and that was fine. Everything was lovely. And since he was doing me a favour, I decided I would save up my boxes until there was a reasonable amount, to save him trips. So I have three 5 litre bins that I've used since I started pumping, and three 1 litre bins. That's 18 litres worth of sharps, which I carried over to work, and then made my first call.

    Sharps Man!

    This first time round, things seemed straightforward enough. I called on Thursday (18th August), and he said he would come and pick them up between 10:00 and 14:00 on Monday or Tuesday. Everything's good, I'm happy, the world is well.

    Until a week later. Still no collection.
    Sharps Man!

    Answerphone this time. I leave a message. It's just about to be Bank Holiday weekend. I say that I know no-one is going to pick them up Monday, but could someone please come on Tuesday and get them? This is where I am, this is my name. Thank you very much. 

    Then it's the end of Tuesday. Still no collection. It becomes Friday. Still no collection. It's been two weeks by this point. I am annoyed.

    Sharps Man!

    Answerphone again. I make it very clear this time that I have been waiting for two weeks now, and I am not impressed. If there is a problem with this, could someone please call me? If not, this is my name, this is where I am, and I do not want to have to call about this a fourth time. I use my stern voice. I consider the matter settled. 

    It's 15:00 on Monday. Still no collection. I am royally narked off. I make my fourth call...

    Sharps Man!

    Except it's not Sharps Man. It's Sharps Woman on the phone. Sharps Man 'is on annual leave'. I am not impressed, and suggest that in that case, they might want to put a message on his answerphone saying the service is not operational. Apparently it is operational. Then why has no-one called me back, when this is the fourth time I've had to contact them? They don't seem to have a good answer for that one. I tell her that I've been waiting since 18th August. It is now September 5th. I am not happy.

    Would I like to arrange a collection? Well, I explain the situation - he was coming to me, I can't leave them at home, because you won't let me do that, and I work during the day, etc, etc. Well it seems that you can't authorise anyone to come and pick them up. Health and safety reasons. I need to take them back home and leave them in a bag on the doorstep.

    WHAT?!

    So that thing that you told me I wasn't allowed to do, because it was against health and safety regulations, is now the thing you WANT me to do? So, you can't pick them up until a week on Thursday? You won't come and pick them up at work this time? Well, thank you VERY much. I guess I'll have to do that then, won't I, since I have no other way to get rid of them. I do point out how annoyed I am, and though I'm not trying to be awkward, you're making this very difficult and overly complicated. You tell me that you're sorry, of course. Despite the fact you don't seem in the least bit concerned. 

    I imagine you think that because it's only 'drugs waste', I can wait. What does it matter to you? What does it matter that I have to jump through your stupid hoops, stressing myself out for something I don't even want to do in the first place? It doesn't matter, of course. It doesn't matter that I'm angry, and upset, and feel like I'm being a huge nuisance. It doesn't matter that I'm convinced that I'll leave those boxes on the doorstep, and you won't take them. For health and safety reasons, I'm sure. 

    I wonder if I'll be seeing Sharps Man when I turn out the lights tonight?

  4. Damn you, Joss Whedon!

    Tuesday, 15 March 2011

    Ah, I love me some sci-fi. I know it's considered a bit geeky to many, but I've never minded. I loved Star Trek (TNG, DS9, Voyager) in my teens, and I'm happy with a good science fiction book. So when I finally got around to watching Joss Whedon's Firefly a couple of years ago, I was smitten. Smitten, and naturally bummed out that it never got to fulfil its potential (yes FOX, I blame you! For this, and many things). So the other day, Andrew and I start rewatching his DVDs from the beginning, and something jumped out at me from the Pilot...

    MAL
    Unfortunately, we've been ordered by
    the Alliance to drop some medical
    supplies on Whitefall. It's the
    fourth moon on Athens, a bit out of
    our way, but we should have you on
    Boros no more than a day off
    schedule. Is that gonna be all right
    for everyone? 
     
    BOOK
    Jake by me... 
     
    SIMON
    What medical supplies? 
     
    MAL
    I honestly didn't ask. 
     
    ZOE
    Probably plasma, insulin, whatever
    they ain't got enough of on the
    border moons.

    Insulin?! Are you freaking kidding me, Joss Whedon? The year is 2517, and you in your fictionalised future there's still diabetes? And there are places that don't have enough insulin? Oh, come on! I was practically banging my head against the wall. 

    Come on world. We've still got another 500 years or so to prove Joss Whedon wrong. Probably one of the only instances in which I would ever wish that upon Mr Whedon, as well.


  5. Diabetes in the Media: The Hospital

    Thursday, 19 August 2010

    There's been a lot of things said about the Channel 4 documentary 'The Hospital', and its episode on young diabetics. It aired on Monday, and I missed it. I have only just had the opportunity to watch it online, write some things down in my notebook and collect my thoughts.

    For those of you who haven't watched it, or are in the US/elsewhere and have no idea what I'm on about, the show was set within the clinic of one hospital, and followed the stories of a group of young diabetics. They seemed to be between 15-26, and all either had complications, or paid little attention to their management. 

    Most of you probably know that my background is in theatre. I've been interested in it since I was about five years old, and I've been studying it for the majority of my adult life. So I'm not coming at with no understanding when I make the following observations:

    I know why they formatted the show the way they did. 

    Drama springs from conflict. This is not a rule that has no exceptions, but for the most part it holds true. Particularly for a show like this. They picked case studies from the extreme end of things - of course they did. It's shocking. It provokes discussion.It's shock and horror for those who know little or nothing about either type of diabetes, and it's a short, hard, jolt even for those who take the management of their diabetes extremely seriously. 

    Understanding of such decisions aside, it was not easy viewing. The young people that were interviewed had a variety of issues and complications, all in different stages.

    One of the young people followed was Francesca, a 15 year old Type 1. During the programme, the narration told us that it had been months since she had tested. That jars with me on a personal level so badly. If you told me I couldn't test for a day, I would struggle with that. 

    A later scene showed her testing, after finding a (what I assume to be) spare meter in a drawer, which said she couldn't even remember how to use (I believe it was an Optimum Xceed, but I could be wrong.). The meter read 'HI', a result that did not particularly seemed to faze her. She then went outside for a cigarette. 

    They did show a visit that she had from a community nurse. In general, I don't like to be overly critical of healthcare professionals, as I know that their job is both complex and demanding. However, there are many that you can come across that just don't approach things in the appropriate way. This was one of those instances. If a random reading from your meter is 'HI', then perhaps advising that young person that she might want to think about testing her levels "during the party season", if that's "all right", might not be the best course of action. 

    Francesca admits to being a binge drinker. This and under-age smoking bothers me intensely. She says that what she wants to do is "socialise", but this appears to be limited to getting drunk with friends. At the age of 15. I know children are drinking and smoking at a younger age, but this makes me incredibly sad, and I don't want to come across as judgemental, but I would really love to know where the parental influence is in these situations. Where are these children getting money for alcohol and tobacco?
    There were only two parents interviewed during this show. Both I found to be infuriating, if I'm honest. Francesca's mother did, in my opinion, have her priorities all wrong. Her biggest concern seemed to be the possibility her daughter's poor control might cause infertility later down the line. This enraged me. I have great sympathy for those who deeply desire a child but are unable to have one, but it is not the biggest tragedy that could happen to a person. Surely having your daughter alive and well is more important than currently non-existent future children? She also said that Francesca had been "left to control it herself, really.". I know, thinking about myself at age 15, I doubt that I would be able to handle the complexities of a chronic illness like diabetes.I'm stunned that she's willing to turn it over to a child in that fashion.

    The other mother that they interviewed was the mother of Yasmin, a Type 2 diabetic, who I believe was 17 (please do correct me if I've got that wrong). Her understanding of the way diet and nutrition is such a vital part of diabetes management would have been laughable if it hadn't been quite so alarming. Yasmin was recovering from an abscess in her chest, and had been strongly advised that she needed to lose weight. Her mother served her a large amount of rice and potatoes accompanied with several lettuce leaves and stew, and considered that to be a balanced meal. She also then complained that healthy eating was too expensive. Again, that bothers me. Healthy eating does not need to be an expensive thing. I don't claim to be an expert on Type 2, but there just seemed to so much wrong with that situation
    Other cases were shown, such as several young, pregnant women, and a 26 year old with final stage kidney failure, who was waiting for a kidney and pancreas transplant. Other things that were shown were the amputation of a toe, with no warning and in graphic detail. I'll be honest in saying that seeing that made me want to run away and hide.  These were all important things for me to see, and I'm sure for many others. They certainly weren't pleasant or easy things, but seeing what could happen motivates me to make sure that it does not. 

    I'm not a believer in scaring people into submission. You shouldn't operate out of fear, because that's no way to live your life. But living with realisation of what could happen, and being motivated to prevent it? I think being armed with the facts is important. Ignorance might be bliss, but knowledge is power. It's unsettling to hear these young people, saying "I haven't thought about the long term at the moment...I'm not bothered". I remember back 10 years and being 15 - at that age, it's hard to imagine being 25, let alone 45, 55, 65. Something has gone terribly wrong in the system though, if at such a young age, your future self and their health is so way off your range of thought that you'd rather "go back to my more important priorities" (which the show implies to be getting drunk with friends).

    I know that I've never been a child or a teenager with diabetes. This is actually something I'm planning to write about next week. I don't know what that's like, and I never will. But I refuse to believe that the actions of these teenagers are purely their fault. Rebellion is one thing, but there seems to be something missing. There seems to be the option of education - the programme showed what appeared to be a clinic with multiple healthcare professionals available on what appeared to be a drop-in basis. I don't think it's necessarily fair to expect a young person who is in all intents and purposes still a child to be entirely responsible and pro-active about their healthcare. Some independence can only be a good thing, but somewhere a link in the chain is breaking down. Hopefully programmes like this might be able to start shedding some light on where the problem lies, and how our healthcare system can address it. 

    The doctor who was interviewed for this, Dr Richard Savine, has come under a lot of criticism from comments online. He's been accused of being patronising and generalising diabetics with sweeping statements. I personally don't agree. What I saw was a man who has been trying to get through to his patients for a long time, and is tired.  I heard nothing from him that got me worked up, or angered me in any way. Yes, he made comments about other young people looking at young diabetics as "damaged goods". Not the best phrasing in the world, perhaps, but he didn't make out that these were his views. I thought that he seemed to be doing all that he could with patients who did not, for whatever reason, seem keen to listen to what he had to say. 

    Admittedly, the narration of the piece left something to be desired. I would have been happier if there had been stronger and clearer explanation of the differences in the two types, and each young person introduced by with the appropriate type, as only Yasmin, the young lady with Type 2 seemed to be identified by her type. I'm not a huge fan of 'diabetes' as an umbrella term. We're all one community, but there are fundamental differences which the public are not always best educated on. Until these differences are explicitly understood by the public at large, I'm of the opinion that the definitions should be repeated. This might take some time, but if we keep on repeating, we might well get there.

    So on the whole, I feel that The Hospital has perhaps had a reception that it didn't deserve. It had its faults, and there was definite room for improvement, but if you watched it with the understanding of the type of show that it was, then that brief was filled. It was never going to be a positive, sunny show, displaying people with good management skills handling their diabetes well, overcoming day to day issues, and accomplishing amazing things. I hope that one day that will see the 'light' of broadcast time, but for now? There's not enough conflict in it. Conflict is drama, and drama is what the makers of The Hospital were after.




  6. Fail and Win

    Tuesday, 15 June 2010

    Over the last few days, I've had some issues of serious failure cross my path. Some of them got me so riled up that I feel I need to share them. 

    First up, the rather wonderful Kelly over at Diabetesaliciousness™ came across something really rather rage inducing. 

    Read about her encounter with a completely ignorant book at her local pharmacy, which infuriates me both as a diabetic, and as a Christian. I believe anyone with any kind of faith, or any kind of conscience for that matter will get seriously enraged by this. Kelly is also encouraging everyone to try and get this awful book removed from shops. Please go and get involved, particularly if you're US based. They will listen to us if enough of us complain.

    Secondly, she's not the only one talking about this right now, but Amy Tenderich of DiabetesMine is talking about the ruling that only 'trained' nurses are going to be allowed to inject insulin in certain US states - what happens in schools where there are no nurses? It seems utterly ridiculous, and also incredibly dangerous.

    Diabetes UK are also, amongst others, trying to highlight the plight of parents in the UK who have been forced to give up work in order to care for their children with Type 1. Schools in question, hang your heads in shame!

    Now, as a form of counter balance, here are some moments of win from online, which have also crossed my path!

    Cara from Every Day, Every Hour, Every Minute is doing a giveaway of some amazing carb-free cupcakes! OK, they're actually crayons, but they're pretty awesome all the same. They definitely look good enough to eat!

    Ginger Vieira's site Living In Progress has caught my eye. She does Life Coaching for people with chronic illnesses and health problems. As soon as my laptop has been repaired/new one has been purchased, and my Skype is working again, I'm looking forward to having a consult!
    Diabetic Feed is back! After a fairly long hiatus, they're back in business with podcasts about diabetes news and the online community. Definitely worth a download!

    Not wholly diabetes related, but I've been enjoying reading posts from John Schumann over at his blog, Glass Hospital. His blog is all about 'demystifying medicine one week at a time'. 
    With demystifying medicine in mind, my own little plug is for my new article, 10 Tips For Living With Type 1 Diabetes at Health And Life Stuff, who are all about explaining complex medical things.

    Finally, it's Diabetes Week here in the UK! See what Diabetes UK are up to and what they have to say.


  7. In my shoes

    Saturday, 5 June 2010

    I think that human beings universally like to talk about the weather - it's a very 'safe' topic. It can also be a very boring topic as well. However, it is warm, and I know many people (including myself) have pointed this one out recently. It is true though. 

    Warm weather is pretty much the only non-black tie reason that I will break out skirts and dresses. I don't own many, because I hate my legs. Nothing shorter than just above the knee either, because nobody needs to see that!

    Skirts and dresses however, tend to mean no trainers. No shoes that, however comfy they might be, are ugly as sin. I've said it before, and I'll say it again - I hate shoes. I hate shopping for shoes, I hate pretty much everything about them. This is mainly because I have ridiculously wide, fat feet. I can never find any shoes to fit properly. So if I find a pair of shoes that work, I generally buy them in bulk. Problem is though, that I never have any nice ones to wear with dresses. I only really wear flats, unless I'm wearing a really smart dress. 

    Flip flops? Wore my only pair into work this evening (where I am writing this as a show goes on upstairs!) , and I now have scraped up and blistered feet. Luckily I thought this might happen, and put my only pair of ballet pumps left that aren't rubbing me either, in my bag. Yet these are still rubbing me, because once my feet are blistered, that's it for the day.

    As best I understand it, blisters, and shoes that rub the hell out of you aren't the best of ideas. Yet I can't find a solution to this problem. I don't want to wear my big, ugly, boiling hot winter shoes. It's warm, I'm warm, and I want something light and pretty that isn't going to cause me tremendous pain.
    Is this so much to ask, really?

  8. Ready to stand tall and speak up

    Wednesday, 12 May 2010

    I was going to write about something completely different up until about five minutes ago. I started writing a different post, but then deleted it all. I want to talk about something else. I imagine this is more than slightly influenced by the fact I've been rather riled up, coupled by my seriously considering joining the Take Back Parliament rally in York on Saturday, but I've been thinking about the way I want to campaign for things more and more these days. I believe strongly in fairness. I believe in equality, and injustice bothers me down the the core. Social welfare is one of my major concerns in life. 

    So with that in mind, it shouldn't surprise me, really, that I want to fight for the 'little guy'. For all those who are under-represented in the DOC and non-OC, who find themselves shafted, or thrown aside. Who see doors shut in their face. This sort of thing makes me unbelievably angry. Wrong doings in corporations? Oh don't get me started. 

    It comes naturally that I'm firmly behind DiDkA. I've also spoken before on how I want to be a good advocate for Type Ones. I don't even know how to go about that, really, but I know that I want to be someone who is concerned with what is right, what is fair, and in helping people with diabetes access what they're entitled to in terms of education, resources and support. I'm still aiming to run the Rat Race Mean Streets Challenge in September to raise money for JDRF

    Having been inspired by the amazing work of Circle D, (which, if you're not familiar with the group, is an awesome support group for 18-30's living with diabetes) I've moved to set up Circle D North Yorkshire, which is not really exclusive to North Yorkshire! If you're within travelling distance, you're more than welcome. If you, or anyone you know might be interested, please do check it and get in touch. 

    But those of you who have greater and longer experience in such matters, I turn to you. How do you become a good, strong and positive advocate? What tips would you give me, and where do you think I should go? I've got my soap box out, and I'm ready to roll my sleeves up.

  9. I tried to be like Grace Kelly

    Sunday, 25 April 2010

    If you took a poll of my friends and family, I'm sure general opinion would be much of the same. I'm not ladylike. Now, to be clear, it's not that I'm a ladette, or a lout of some sort. It's just that by obvious definition, I don't exactly embody the innate qualities of grace and elegance.

    When I was in my teenage years, I can remember the shouts of 'spacial awareness!' from my Dad on a daily basis, as I would once again walk into the coffee table. Oh how that would annoy me. To be fair though, I do have the tendency to be a bit of a klutz. I have several different laughs. One of which sounds like I've swallowed a seal, and the other sounds like I'm a wounded moose. 

    But just because I'm not pretty, don't wear make-up, or style my hair beyond drying and brushing, and I prefer jeans and trainers to pearls and heels, does that really make me un-ladylike? What makes a lady ladylike in the first place?

    I had a quick google for 'how to be lady-like', and found a very helpful wikiHow, which gave me some food for thought. A huge part of being a lady has absolutely nothing to do with appearance. 

    Choose your words wisely. I do believe that this is very important. There are a lot of things that I would like to say, but since I'm trying to regulate the frequent absence of a brain to mouth filter, I am practising the art of biting my tongue (or fingers) more these days. There are a lot of people online in the d-world. I don't necessarily agree with everything that's said. I'm very opinionated in a lot of matters, but I try to be respectful, even if I completely disagree with what a person says. If I can't phrase it properly, I often steer clear. Not because I'm not interested, but I think it's probably better to say nothing than to begin a tirade against a person or an idea that looks like bullying. I hate bullies, and I've vowed never to be one. I've always wanted to be someone that younger people can look up to. There is no way that I could ever be considered a decent role model if I blurted out things without thinking about the consequences.

    Sharpen your mind. If it's all about the knowledge, then I think that I must be a lady in training. I don't think I've absorbed as much information as I have in the last year in a really long time. I think the first year with anything as life altering and new is a very steep learning curve. I think being pro-active has really helped with this. I read articles, I read books. I'm happy to talk with people, and educate when I can, and where it's appropriate. I think even writing this blog has been useful in helping me keep things together.

    Having read through a few different articles, and looking through any comments about grooming, I see 'stand up tall to face the world'. That, I absolutely agree with. Everyone should try to do that - it's all about the confidence. If you don't feel it, at least try to pretend you do until you can get back up again. All of us, ladies or gentlemen, need to walk tall and proud - I think that's how you get people to take you seriously. I think as well, it's how you get people to believe that diabetes isn't going to stop us doing anything. That it's nothing to hide and be ashamed of. Doing so could go a long way to changing some of the public misconceptions about this disease. Misconceptions that I, for one, am getting tired of seeing.

    So what do you think, ladies and gents? Could I be a lady-in-waiting? And would a pair of heels help me stand up a little taller?


  10. DiDkA - a call for help

    Monday, 29 March 2010

    If you've been reading this blog for a while, you'll know about my involvement with DiDkA. If not, then check out these posts. DiDkA is my major soap box style project. And this week we need your help.

    We're looking for volunteers for our Big Dipper Weekend, which is running over the Easter four-day weekend. If you're able to help with either project listed here, please do. If you know someone who could, please tell them, Facebook or retweet this. We're trying to make a difference here, but we need as much help as we can get in order to get this off the ground. If you think that this is worthwhile, please help.

  11. Story Time (Episode One)

    Tuesday, 23 March 2010

    Today's post comes now with added vlog! I came across this lovely little story today on the Diabetes UK Facebook page, so I was really surprised to find it hadn't been removed. I've removed the brand name from the story, but I went on the site's website. Just to be fair to the site, I can't find anything on there claiming that their products will help diabetes. So why on earth someone would is beyond me. 

    Notice the amazingly comfortable jumper I am wearing (hand made by my Mum, don't you know?) and the very strange voice I choose to read this story in. Normally I'd read a story a lot better - I am an actor by training (not that you would believe it from this video!), and am embarrassed by how rambling this goes. But enjoy!



  12. Room to breathe

    Saturday, 13 March 2010

    Not a great picture today, (it's Diet Cola with Almond from Tesco's if you're interested. It's very nice!) but it does rather turn today's post back on to a subject that I'm sure you're aware is rather close to my heart.

    DiDkA is starting to pick up a bit. We've got a proper logo now, and I'm going to carry on making amendments to the site in order to put it live, and start asking you all for much more help. It's my hope that we're going to make some serious headway soon. People over on Diabetes Support have all been working so hard and making such good suggestions - I'm so proud and so thankful for each and every one of them who have spent the time thinking about this.

    Through the hands of the very lovely Shiv, over at Click of the Light, we have managed to get a letter to Richard Lane, the President of Diabetes UK, which will hopefully make them aware of who we are, what we're doing, and if we're lucky, make them want to help us. He's promised to get in touch. I find that I'm checking the DiDkA email account rather obsessively, and I don't want to be away from my mobile phone for too long. 

    It's been strongly suggested by some of the wonderful people over at DS that I should take a day or so off from working on DiDkA. I've been saying on there, and on here, just how tired I've been lately, and how I just can't seem to shake it. I don't know why - I wish I did, to tell you the truth. The problem I have though is that my mind very rarely 'switches off'. It doesn't matter how hard I try. The moment when I'm trying hardest to relax is when I'll think of something I should have done, or shoul be doing now, or I'll come up with an idea that just can't wait until the next day. And I'll beat myself up about how I haven't done it already, how I'm not dealing with it now, or that I just can't turn off.

    I'm really glad that things are starting to come together - I so badly want this to succeed. I also have other things that are weighing me down. I'll tell you about them more when I get written confirmation - for me it's very exciting though. But until I know for sure that things are going to happen the way I want, I'll fret and panic and so forth. 

    Maybe what I'm after is just a moment to catch my breath. But when you never switch off, or even feel like you have the time to do that, how do you even begin? 

    Answers on a postcard, people.

  13. Seven Deadly Sins: Day Four - Wrath

    Tuesday, 16 February 2010

    I'm breathing deeply in for the count of eight. Hold and release to the count of eight.

    I am a temple of calm. I am a leaf on the wind.
    Oh who am I kidding? No-one, that's who. Now, I'll be straight up with you - I get frustrated a lot. I get mad. I get wound up. But it's a rare few people who have ever seen me be full-on, red capital letters ANGRY. And it's a cliché I know, but you wouldn't like me when I'm angry. I'm not fun. 

    But what the rage does sometimes give you, if you channel it right, is passion. It does for me. I don't like injustice. I don't like seeing people beaten down or treated badly. So seeing injustice on both a personal scale, such as with my friends, or on a larger scale, really makes me wish there was more I could do.

    I have a bit of a not-so-well-hidden love for Wonder Woman. I don't know why really, since I've never read the comics, or particularly watched the old TV show. But trust me there are days that I wish I was Wonder Woman. I could help right the injustices that make me so mad. 

    I'd get Sam over at Talking Blood Glucose her pump. I'd sort out all the Type 2's I'm friends with with their test strip problems. I'd get CGMs for the people that need them. Then I'd go global and put the world to rights. Because I just can't take seeing people hurting.

    So now I think it's only fair to talk quickly about something that made me so mad that I just had to do something about it. 

    I've become fairly heavily involved with a project called DiDkA, which stands for Diet Drink Awareness. You'll probably hear a lot about it on here from now on. It started out because some of us over at Diabetes Support got very, very angry about stories of people being served full sugar drinks when we've asked for diet, and seeing our blood sugars soar. So we've decided to try and recruit people to our cause. So I'm asking you, dear reader to get behind us. Join us on FaceBook, follow us on Twitter, and bookmark our website. It's all going live hopefully by the start of March, where we're approaching Diabetes UK, starting an information-gathering campaign and hoping to convert anywhere that sells soft drinks, by signing them up to the DiDkA pledge. Right now, we need your numbers. We're also going to need your stories. We need people to stand up and say 'This is what happened to me! This is dangerous, please listen!' Will you stand up with us?

    I'm standing up. I'm getting political. Because I'm angry.


  14. You know how there are some things that people say which completely get your goat? Well today, I am going to be getting on my virtual soap-box (as pictured neatly to your left. Apparently I wear slightly muddied Doc Martins...not that far from the truth some of the time). And what has got me riled up? Well, that would be the following statement:

    Diabetes isn't a disease!

    Yes, you heard me. But, annoying, frustrating and downright irritating as that statement would be from someone who perhaps doesn't know much about diabetes, or was ignorant or misinformed, what really gets me is when this comes from the mouths (or fingers) of people who actually have diabetes!

    OK, I can understand that some people might have a problem with saying they have a 'disease'. It does not, however, mean you are 'diseased'. You're not unclean, infectious, or anything like that. I mean, I get it. I was looking for a picture to go with this post, and googled 'disease', and hit the images tab. I wish I hadn't. There were a few images I saw there that will forever remain burned in my memory. But hey, most of the things I saw aren't the fault of the people in the pictures. It's just unfortunate. Just like the fact that the term 'disease' has negative associations for most people.

    I know it's not the be all and end all of all sources, but this is actually a pretty good description, so let's see what Wikipedia has to say about disease:

    A disease or medical condition is an abnormal condition of an organism that impairs bodily functions, associated with specific symptoms and signs.It may be caused by external factors, such as infectious disease, or it may be caused by internal dysfunctions, such as autoimmune diseases.

    So let's break that down, shall we? Impairs bodily functions? I'd say that's a check. Associated with specific symptoms and signs? Again, check. OK, diabetes isn't infectious, but 'caused by internal dysfunctions, such as autoimmune diseases'? Check, check and check again! So we're definitely dealing with a disease here, people. Yet, Wikipedia does go on to say....

    In many cases, the terms disease, disorder, morbidity and illness are used interchangeably.  In some situations, specific terms are considered preferable.

    Which, to my understanding means that you can call it whatever you like, really, but it doesn't matter if you call a spade a shovel, a digging implement, or even Arnold, it's still a spade at the end of the day.

    I have a disease. And I'm OK with that. Don't tell me that what I have isn't a disease, because it is, even if you don't want to call it that...

    And that would be me taking off my slightly muddy DMs for the day.