My Diabetes Story.
Well, it started about 8 years ago. So let's think back to that time. Don't you remember? You were nervous. It was that strange time of the middle school year. You didn't think that you would be dating some of the boys in school. Some people were quiet. Some were very loud. It was two weeks before the first day of seventh grade. I was still doing dance at the time, and every year, about two-three weeks before school starts, we had this thing called dance camp. Dance camp was always fun! We had master classes, and the director of my dance studio chose the competitions teams,solos, duos,trios that day so I really had to work hard. I remember the day . I had just finished getting done with one of the tap classes, and I remember going into the waiting room Everyday we had about 5 classes before we got out of the camp at 8pm. I remember it was my third class. I remember getting lightheaded. For months, I had been drinking excessively and going to the bathroom a lot. When I mean drinking a lot, I mean a lot , a total of 10 , 1 liter Pepsi bottles.But , no one knew why. I had gone to a skin doctor to find out dark circles of my neck when I was ten, but they didn't know what it was. My grandmother thought it was acanthuses nigericans, a symptom of type two which we didn't know until I was diagnosed . I also remember calling my mother.
" Mom, I don't feel good." , that's what I told my mother. She took me to the doctor ( ped). They got some lab work, and my doctor came back shocked. She sent me to an outpatient hospital asap. We got to the out patient hospital. When I arrived, I was in and out of the bathroom throwing up. Not sure what was going on, My dad, Mom and I entered the room. Soon,the doctor told my parents to get out of the room. being 13, I was lost. I was crying. My mom was my best friend ( we are really close) . Then we switched places.
I remember my mother walking into the room after 3 hours. I was not sure what she was feeling. I remember saying ; " Mom? Mom? What is going on? MOM!" She did not answer me. She was crying. She looked at me and shook her head. She sat on her bed. I remember het saying. " Sweetheart, I'm sorry." I looked at her and she told me the bad news. " You're a type one and type two .diabetic." You know, at first , I did not know what to feel, but after awhile, I felt okay about it.But my mom didn't. I remember the next day. My doctor made us all go to the appointment. My siblings and my parents. My sister freaked. She hates the smell of insulin