There were ten in the bed…
Okay, it’s not quite ten in the bed, but it’s not far from that. On a typi…
The Natural Diabetic | Jessica Apple
Peddling and Protesting: A Summer of Change
My eight-year-old son, Guy, just learned to ride a bike. It’s been a long time coming. Two years ago he fell har…
By The Sweat of My Fingertips
Between refrigeration and Frios, it’s easy enough to keep insulin cool on hot summer days. Keeping ourselves cool…
Shhh, Beta Cells Are Sleeping
I woke up thinking about first phase insulin response and oral glucose tolerance tests (OGTT). Does that ever happen to…
Trapped Between Anxiety and A Toilet Seat
As a child I had a recurring nightmare. I dreamed that my bedroom was on fire and when I went to escape through the win…
Who’s A Diabetes Slob?
The choice is yours. You can be clean about your diabetes, or you can be a diabetes slob. That’s vague, I know,…
A Vampire’s Dessert
In a recent daydream I attended a conference on canine diabetes at the Cummings School of Veterinary Medicine at Tufts U…
Wishing You A Happy And Dry Mother’s Day
I’ve been a mother for over ten-and-a-half years and I’ve loved and been grateful for every single na…
Talking to Myself: A Conversation with Jessica Apple
I confess: I’m doing something I swore I wouldn’t do. I’m eating carbs and not checking my blood suga…
Let My Diabetes Go (I’m a slave to blood)
Raise your hand if you’ve ever felt like a slave to diabetes. Say me if you’ve ever drawn a parallel betwee…