I have a very complicated relationship with food. It has, at times, been both my best friend and worst enemy. When I was first diagnosed with diabetes, all of my food was eaten in carefully controlled portions. If I was hungry between meals, I was only allowed to eat something with no carbs. I practically lived off of cheese in those first couple of years. But that was normal for me. I think that’s part of why I hated it so much. Kids aren’t supposed to live like that.
Food also became a chore to me. Forcing down some crackers because I was too low before my hockey game was okay sometimes, but those times where I just couldn’t finish my meal and had to make up for it in juice because I’d already taken my insulin really sucked. Or the meals where I’d had insulin and then someone in my family decided they wanted dessert and I couldn’t have any. My family always did their best to make me feel normal, eating mostly the same portions that I did, but some days I felt so far from being normal that I may as well have been from Mars.
That being said, food has also been my friend. Those times when I was really low, anything with a bit of sugar in it was viewed as a saving grace. I never left home without a juice box or Dex 4’s. Sometimes I got to eat in class when no one else was allowed, or I got to eat candy to treat my low. But still, in the back of my mind, there was a little voice that said, “You shouldn’t need to eat this. Your body should be fixing this on its own.”
My site is bloody and it’s actually leaked out into my tubing. My site still seems to be working though so I don’t know if I should change it or not.
My dad just freaked out at the Medtronic guy because he basically told us that my pump had to completely die before they’d give me a new one, even though it’s doing the same thing my old one did last year before it had a complete meltdown and had to be replaced.
I’m worried now because If anything happens while I’m at University, I’m kind of screwed. I won’t have any insulin and I’ll have to skip class and drive 45 minutes home, hoping my blood sugars don’t skyrocket.
So I’m pretty sure something was going on with my site. I started twisting it earlier, and I realized that it wasn’t locked in. So now I have no idea how much insulin I have or haven’t been getting.
Guys, I’ve officially had diabetes for over half my life… how depressing :(
Did you know that some 78,000 children under 15 years develop type 1 diabetes annually worldwide :O
This is what Diabetes is. Not a brownie or pizza.
It’s a disease. A disease that needs to be treated with shots, several times, everyday.
Good thing it’s 4:45 AM and I’m 22.4.
Today, my English teacher helped a lot with my mental breakdown without even knowing it. He gave me 10% extra credit on the following assignment for being powerful and well written.
A note before we proceed: As the title implies, this is a very personal story. The story of how I got diagnosed with Type One Diabetes.
The only detail that I exaggerated because I was told to was driving for five hours when it was more like one. All the other emotions and details are 100% true.
Read at your own risk.