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The Day I Was Diagnosed With Type 1 Diabetes Essay

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The Day I Was Diagnosed With Type One Diabetes It was March 26th, 2010 and I had woken up feeling sick again. I’d been sick since my birthday in November, but all the doctors said I only had the flu. I dragged myself out of bed, not bothering to change out of my pajamas, and I told my mother that I didn’t think I could go to school. She sighed and said, “I have to go to the baby doctor today, and your grandparents are running errands; you have to go.” I begged her to let me go with her, but to no avail; I ended up standing at the bus stop, in the pouring rain, waiting to go to school. I was in fifth grade, barely eleven years old, so we still had a designated snack time. After it was over every day my friend, Danielle, had to go brush …show more content…

My grandma handed me another bottle of water so I could have it for the thirty minute drive. When we got to the emergency room, the nurses immediately put me in triage. There, they asked me why I was brought to the ER and, in the middle of one of my sentences, the nurse cut me off to ask, “Is your breath fruity because of your drink?” I said no, it was regular water that I was drinking and haven’t had anything “fruity”. She then decided to check my blood sugar. The machine took my blood from my finger and then it counted down from five to reveal the message of “HI.” I laughed at the sight, to which the nurse replied, “That’s not good, it means your blood glucose is over 1200.”
They took me to a room in the hospital to start an IV and blood work. I was terrified of needles, so this was a very difficult process. They ended up having to get multiple people to hold me down and get two IV’s. After they drew blood, the doctor came in and told me that I have Type One Diabetes, and I was in diabetic ketoacidosis (DKA). Because of that, they had to send me over the mountain to another hospital because they didn’t have a pediatric endocrinologist at the hospital I was at. I was scared; the only diabetes I knew was my grandpa’s diabetes, and I still didn’t know what that was. All I could think was “Am I going to die?” and “What’s going to happen to me?” I had so many questions, but I had to wait until we got to the other hospital, which was an hour drive. They, of

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