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.
Went to a hockey tournament on the weekend where they gave out juice boxes. I took all of the extras for lows :)
Yay for free juice! #yolo