Diabetes: A Short Story

When I was younger I thought being a diabetic was going to make growing up more difficult than I imagined it was already going to be. I knew that everyone I knew was going to start walking on eggshells around me, whether it was unconsciously or not. And me being a fan of routine and has a serious discomfort to change, the thought of everything changing didn’t sit well with me. But I also knew I was going to have to push through it if I was going to have a healthy and normal life. No matter how much I wished everything would stay the same.
I remember (vaguely) the day my life changed forever. It was my 12th birthday and I was having a party at my house. All my friends and family came over. My mom had really went above and beyond with the decorations. I had 4 different kinds cakes, that spelled out my name. Since it was also a slumber party, all my friends had their sleeping

I didn’t want to learn about diabetes, how to do my injections, check my blood sugars, or change my eating and exercise habits. All I wanted was for things to go back to the way they used to be. Me being able to run around and play without worrying about my blood sugar dropping to low and me passing out. Or me eating the wrong things and my blood sugar going to high that I end up in a coma. I couldn’t eat or drink all my favorite foods, drinks and sweets anymore. They either had too many cards or too much sugar that my body couldn’t handle anymore. I had to check my blood sugar and take insulin up to 6 times a day or whenever I ate something. I was incredibly miserable and wished that I was just in a horrible dream. My reluctance however came with a price. I was always sick, vomiting and extremely drowsy. I felt like it took all my willpower just to do the simplest task, like get out of bed. I was in and out of the hospital for hyperglycemia. Which means my blood sugars were always abnormally high, which could have put me back in a