Day #30

Day #30 one more moment..



well holy buckets, this thing is finally over.. a few days late but my absence has been due to a short little vacation (which was much needed)



well one more moment.. what to say? well... I guess in the spirit of diabetes day (yesterday) I will talk about the moment I found out I had diabetes



well as I recall I woke up from a deep ketone induced slumber to find a star led look on my mothers face and some random folks around and a few family members. My mom had a needle in her hand and was startled because she had just given me an insulin shot (the first of many she would give me) and thought she woke me up because she hurt me. She didn't hurt me, because I didn't know she gave a shot and I felt bad that she felt like she hurt me. I didn't know what the french toast was going because last I remebmber was my mom taking me to my doctor and then being really tired and thirsty, I remember wanting a drink so badly but not being able to get one. I remember people freaking out and poking needles into me but not caring because I felt so sick. well I remember arriving at the hospital and getting rolled into the elevator on a hospital bed. I fell asleep in the elevator and woke up to what was describe above. back to that moment.. My mom then announced that I had type 1 diabetes and that I would need to take shots everyday. since I didn't have a fear of needles and had no idea what this disease entailed at the moment, I didn't really care. I wasn't shocked, I wasn't scared.. I was just okay with it. probably because I had no idea what the french toast this disease was..and what it would be like. and probably because I had so much attention from everyone that the this sad, sad thing that had happened to me was okay at the time. Boy, I was wrong. It wasn't until a couple weeks later when the fun of the attention wore off and this new routine turned sour that I realized how shitty this situation was. I recall that it was time for my nightly shot and it HAD to be in my butt (the insulin was best absorb there) I cried and cried because I just didn't want that stupid shot. well of course I lost and got a shot in my butt and from then on there no matter how much I cried about diabetes sucking, I never won.