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Helen May

A  few hundred years ago, when some one wanted to get in touch they would knock on your door: there was no door bell and very few people had telephones. At the same time, no one considered whether they had “done enough exercise”: many were tired when they returned from a long day of manual work…

This year, 13th January was a Friday. That’s not the only significance of the number thirteen for me this month: on 20th January 2017, it will be thirteen years since I was diagnosed with Type 1 diabetes. Thirteen years since I discovered that spending over thirty years with no significant illness, I suddenly, inexplicably had…

On Wednesday 13th January 2016, I was introduced to a new friend/acquaintance/buddy/partner. Since then, we have barely been separated. We’ve travelled together; we’ve climbed together; we’ve slobbed on the sofa and watched television together; we’ve been to business meetings together; we’ve been out drinking together; we’ve had fun and we’ve got stressed. I am not…

A cyborg (short for “cybernetic organism”) is a being with both organic and biomechatronic body parts. I am starting to wonder if that is a description of me. As well as my organic human parts, I also wear an insulin pump which compensate for my pancreas lacking some natural functions and a fitness monitor/watch which…

I live on a steep road which you get to up a steeper road. There are clearly disadvantages with this: any exercise finishes with a tough cycle or run. Even a pleasant night out with friends ends with a walk up a steep hill. However, there are advantages: not least a great view and, anyone who…

When I was a teenager, I had a party trick: white fingers. I didn’t paint my fingers and I don’t mean my tan was so bad that my fingers were pale (although as a red-head, I have never “done” tanned): I mean, when it was cold I would “show off” my yellowy white fingers. It…