Two months ago, I hopped into my car, feeling fine, drove an hour down to San Antonio, confidently walked into the resea…
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Sweet Siphon
“You know, it’s the funniest thing,” I’d say at lunch, wolfing down a turkey club with extra mayonnaise. “I’m feeling a …
Home Alone With Diabetes
I woke up drenched in sweat, the sheets cold and clammy beneath me. I grabbed my phone and stumbled down the stairs, gri…
Brave New World of Avatars
What if the avatar universe underwent an expansion and made room for different physical attributes and abilities?…
Tethered To The Body
Although we are both aroused, I cannot be completely caught up in the moment, because I’m calculating what to do with th…
Diabetes As Referred Pain
It turned out, as well as being unable to control her blood sugar on a consistent basis, her blood sugar monitoring beca…
Fear of Food, A Hanukkah Diabetes Diagnosis
I began to understand that my upbringing, my entire childhood, had prepared me for exactly this moment. I grew up keepin…
Diabetes: The Next Generation
We pricked his 18-month-old fingers with a spring-loaded needle gun, and milked his blood onto coded strips ...he couldn…
The Search For A Sweet Solution
Facing Mike’s autoimmune disease, I found myself wishing once again for something that could be overcome. The body attac…
