Ice Cream For Crow

Here I am enjoying a delicious diabetic ice cream in sunny Swanage, where we visited Doctor Love for a herbal consultation, poker classes and gallons of red wine. There could be bad news for the diabetic ice cream industry though: scientists claim to have cured diabetic mice by wiping out their defective auto-immune cells and thereby allowing them to produce their own insulin again. Sounds promising, but I imagine it will be a while before the process is approved for humans so in the meantime I'm seeing what Goat's Rue can do for me.

There Will Be Blood Sugar

Time for another update on the diabetes front. The blood sugar readings have slowly been creeping up into double figures more regularly than I'd like them to, especially in the evenings. I'm trying to eat earlier and get out on the bike more (especially with fewer than 10 days to go to the dynamo - yikes), but it seems like the badger pancreas is feeling the strain a bit. Last night's reading was 13.2 after dinner, despite a 13 mile pre-dinner ride, and if I can't get the levels back down into more consistent single figures, the doctors are going to be recommending insulin again. Watch this space.

Some Came Running

Double birthday bubble with Jo Bole's cumpleaños barbecue on Sunday (where we caught up with the Pants-Archers) and my 44th yesterday. Me and Shelly went to see Vincente Minelli's 1958 classic Some Came Running featuring Frank Sinatra, Shirley Maclaine and Dean Martin...who gets diabetes in the film! It must be noted, however, that Martin's character, the splendidly named Bama Dillert, doesn't present any symptoms whatsoever...didn't these people do any research, or were they trying to make a subtle point about the big DM being the 'silent killer'? I might start collecting on-screen depictions of diabetes - anyone got any suggestions of good ones? Anyhoo, from the BFI we went on to the Oak to meet up with Judge Ed, Mr Adams, T-Lo and SS and thencely to Simply Indian for some very fine curry indeed.

I called her honey bee, I called her love...

I've always fancied taking up bee-keeping, and would, I think, particularly enjoy the irony of being an apiarist with diabetes mellitus. I wouldn't want to commit to an entire hive straight away though, in case I didn't take to it. So, I've been getting Shelly to dress up as a giant bee to get me used to the idea. How's it going? None of your beeswax.