Every #WorldDiabetesDay, I blog about #diabetes, as one does. Generally speaking, I make some mention of the kid—really, now a manchild of nearly 16 years—who I affectionately dub as my "diabetes warrior buddy." This young man so impresses me that if one were to ask who I look up to, I'd mention his name. He's never let this autoimmune condition—in his case, he has Type 1 diabetes—slow him down, not even once, and he's done more in his 15-and-three-quarters years on the planet than many have done in their lifetimes. In spite of having to strictly monitor his blood sugar levels, prick his fingers several times a day, live with an insulin pump and monitor in his arm, and occasionally wake up disoriented and confused because his blood sugar levels are too low, he still approaches everything with his typical broad smile and positive attitude.
It seems to be an unspoken rule, especially here in the south, that when someone asks you how you’re doing, you’re supposed to say the phrase “I’m fine.” For many years, this has become almost second nature and slips from my mouth before I even realize what I’m saying. And I’ve come to hate it.
I am never in the habit of knocking before entering an exam room. It is a byproduct of a day stacked on end and nearly falling over in an avalanche. I only realized after 14 years how intrusive I am.
The world around us is alive with color and sound. Often, there is too much information to absorb, and our minds become overwhelmed with data. Every individual has a different tolerance level for data overload. Some individuals are only comfortable when immersed in color and sound, while others prefer silence and monochrome. There are also individuals who drift between immersion and stillness, sometimes favoring one, sometimes the other.
When I received a diagnosis of congestive heart failure two years ago, I did not know how to respond except to ask the cardiologist how long I would live. She sort of looked down, and then told me that if I had cancer that was as bad as my heart condition, she would advise me to put my affairs in order. News like that has a huge impact on anyone, but the truth is we are all going to die. We just don't know when. At least I have a vague idea of when and how.
When most people start having headaches, it usually doesn't mean anything is wrong. It's probably just caffeine withdrawal or they need to drink more water. Not in my family. Headaches that can leave you unable to move or speak tend to run in my family.
Working out at a gym can be an uncomfortable experience, particularly if it doesn’t have any anti-discrimination policies in place. However, you shouldn’t have to bear discomfort during your workout. Below is a small guide to gyms that are LGBT-friendly or that do have anti-discrimination policies in place.
There are two types of people in this world: right-handed and left-handed people. While you may think that the only difference between these two groups is the dominant hand they write with, there are actually a lot of characteristics that distinguish these groups.
Transgenders have been around for a while, and it is still debated, especially in politics, as to whether Transgenders deserve rights, such as which bathrooms they can use, or if discrimination is legal for them.
Did you know that each snowflake has a unique design and pattern? No two snowflakes are the same, and the same goes for people's stories. No two people share the same experience. This is my story with Hashimoto's Thyroiditis.
I live my life suspended between two worlds, not quite fitting into either. There is the hearing world: a world of noise, of happy conversations and quiet whispers, of blaring horns and twittering bird songs, noises loud and soft, high pitched or deep. Then there is the deaf world: a visual world of images, where communication occurs through your fingers and meaning comes through facial expressions, a quiet world in some ways but vibrantly alive in others. It is a world I have never been truly part of but have sometimes longed to, knowing that the miscommunication and misunderstandings I often experience in my life in the hearing world would vanish in the deaf world.