It Became Second Nature

After I was released from the hospital my mother let me have the next day off from school. We went to Walmart with my sister and at that age, it was weird to learn the world keeps on moving even though you are stuck at school. After that it was back to school, back to life with a twist.

I don't remember much of what I thought in the first week or first year. Since I have had my ups and downs with the disease. At times wishing I didn't have it at all though always ending up being grateful for the person it made me.

Everybody always asks what age I was when I was diagnosed. I tell them 9 (which is not the youngest) and they feel bad. They shouldn't. At that age your life still really isn't yours, its still controlled by your parents for the most part. I still didn't know what my life was about and grew with my diagnosis. Regardless of the age when you are diagnosed, Type 1 eventually  becomes second nature. After awhile, you forget what it was like to not have it.

I essentially became a little adult. Out of all the other kids I had to be more responsible for myself. Had to be prepared with insulin, glucose meter and glucose where ever I went. I had to know how much insulin to give myself and when. Had to know how to inject myself with insulin. I had to know my body, was I feeling low or was I feeling high. All this and more went through my mind along with all the childish things like boybands, playing on the playground, and slumber parties.

Biggest thing I regret is not getting more support sooner, but more on that in another post.

Keep your chin up and stay positive my friends.