Let Me Type
There wasn’t just a single event that led to that moment in my life. It was a collection of misfortune, impaired thinking, and defective genetics. Rarely am I upset about just one thing. I tend to bottle up my emotions, until it is too much. All someone has to do is open the bottle, and all my emotions flood out. I don’t remember what set me off that day—maybe it was a mistake I had made, something hurtful someone said, or I could have just woken up that way, but I don’t remember. I just remember the absolutely unendurable pain.
The Balancing Act of Type 1 Diabetes
On an Easter Sunday April 1st, 2010, eight years ago, my life immensely changed, when I found out I was a Type 1 Diabetic. At the age of twelve I basically took on the major role of becoming my pancreas. I had to learn how many carbs are in everything I eat, I had to learn how much insulin to give to cover every carb I ate, I had to learn how to treat high and low blood sugars appropriately, I had to learn how to poke myself, so that I could test my blood sugar and to give myself insulin shots. The learning kept coming, and it still hasn’t stopped.