Sweet love

It was late. The lights were dimmed. I stared at him. He stared right back. It was always special, but something felt different tonight. He leaned in and I felt my hands get clammy. Up close his eyes were huge. The blood was rushing to my head, all thoughts gone. The butterflies were dancing. Was …

When the brainfog hits you bad; a specialist’s perspective

I would expect, that even if you aren’t a part of the niche, tight-knit community of CF-related diabetics like me*, you will have experienced brain fog at some point in your professional career. ¬†Or cognitive dysfunction, to give it its scientific name. Maybe it was a critical moment, in a big meeting as you pitched …