When Alexander Zverev lost to Taylor Fritz in the Halle semifinal tennis tournament, he didn’t blame his pancreas. He did the professional thing: he admitted Fritz outplayed him. But Zverev also let slip a detail that deserves more than a post-match shrug. Before the match, his glucose sensor decided to go rogue. Based on its…
My Dearest Fifi, Thanks for reading Andrea Hayes MD-Unfiltered! Subscribe for free to receive new posts and support my work. How do I begin to thank a little dog who has carried so much of my life in her small, faithful body? You are almost seventeen now. Seventeen. You have been with me for more…
Thanks for reading Andrea Hayes MD-Unfiltered! Subscribe for free to receive new posts and support my work. Gone Fishin’ “Doc, I’m not gettin’ my metformin,” my disgruntled patient announced. “What do you mean? Metformin is cheap and very accessible.” “No, I mean I’m not absorbing it. I see the whole pill come out in my…
Decades ago, one of my elderly male patients asked me what his “little blue pill” was for. Naturally, my mind went straight to Viagra. Was his wife slipping it into his morning tray just to keep things interesting? Every morning, she lovingly brought him breakfast service worthy of a boutique hotel: his pills, a glass…
Thanks for reading! Subscribe for free to receive new posts and support my work. Yesterday began as a near catastrophic day which necessitated a full 24 hour mental recovery period before I could even write about it. I checked out at Walgreens with a buggy full of diet Snapple tea and large jugs of Clamato…
I spent most of my adult life in Nashville, a fine landlocked city where winter settles in like a wet gray blanket and people consider a hill with a few trees a scenic overlook. Nashville had music, character, barbecue, and enough rainy days to make a person question her will to live by February. I…
