My Life With Diabetes

         My life has never been the same since that day.  The day I found out I was going to live the rest of my life with diabetes.
         It all started on a Monday.  I was feeling really dehydrated.  I was feeling that way the entire week.  Then, on that Friday my mom took me into the doctor's office.  I had to do a test, and I found out I had a lot of sugar in my bladder.  I had to get my blood sugar taken, and when the results came back, the number was so high that the meter wouldn't even read it!  (I later found out my blood sugar was 653!!  That is really high!)  I then had to get blood taken.  We had to wait about 45 minutes and then the doctor came out.  When I first saw the doctor, I knew something was wrong.  Her face said it all.  She asked where my dad was, and my mom said that he was having basketball practice.  That's when she said I had to go to the hospital, and I was scared.  The doctor said I had to go to the hospital right away.  My mom and I left the office and went to pick up my dad.  We went to St. Luke's in Cedar Rapids.
          I had to stay there for  four days and three nights.  I had to give blood almost everyday.  It was kind of tiring.  I had to give myself shots for the first couple months.  I also have to prick my finger a least 7 times a day.  I had to meet with a certain doctor, and I had to meet with a couple different nurses.
          I got a pump a couple months later.  The pump really helps.  Like, a lot.  It was probably one of the best decisions I could have made in my diabetes.
          I have been healthy ever since I was diagnosed except... there was this time when I had the stomach flu.  I had to go to the E.R. two days in a row!  I had to have an IV both times and had bags of fluids both times.  It was kind of scary because I did not feel good at all.
         I have now been a healthy diabetic for over a year and a half.
         The weirdest thing about the whole diagnoses is that I was diagnosed on Friday the 13th.