Hi, my name is Sydney. I was diagnosed with diabetes 6 months ago. The school I attend is in a different state than the one I live it, but I would go home on the weekeds and visit my family and friends. Well, everytime I went home I was a little skinnier so my mom started questioning me. Asking if I had an eating disorder. I thought my mom was crazy! I knew that things were different though. I was constantly going to the restroom and I was always thirsty. And I actually lost 20lbs. And I am not a big person to begin with…
So I would travel to and from school a lot in the fall but when I came back in the spring I was playing for the school's softball team so I didn't have the time to go home as much. Well, my frequent restroom visits weren't changing and I continued to lose weight. I had friends, coaches, and my family still worried about me having an eating disorder. But I assured them that I was eating more than I ever had and I wasn't throwing it up. So the end of the school year was here but I had to stay at school because our softball team did very well and we made it to the tournament.
But I had the chance to go home for a few days and my mom made me go to the doctor's. I went in for a well child check up but that is not what it ended up being. Both of my parents work so my grandma said she would go with me… which I am so thankful for, I don't think I could have taken all I was about to hear without her. I got calleed back into the room and the nurse started going through all the normal questions… I answered them all honestly.
Then I started to tell her what was going on and she said ok, lets check your blood sugar and took an urine sample. Well, my grandma and I were sitting in the room and different nurses and doctor's would come in to see me. They kept taking my blood sugar but the monitor kept reading error… So then we just waited for the urine tests to come back. It eventually did and the doctor said that my a1c was 15.8! The glucose meter was unable to read my blood sugar because it was so high we evertually figured out.
After all this the doctor came in and said that I really needed to go to the hospital… And I was like no, I can't. I have to get back to school for the softball tournament. She just kept insisting that I go to the hosptial. But then she didn't make it an option, she said I was going. So my grandma drove me to the hospital. I was emitted to the hospital my mom manages… and my sister works at! (So I knew most of the nurses and doctors… which really help, and I might have gotten special treatment)
So the first days and nights I did really well. I was taking in all the information they were telling me. I learned how to give myself my shots and how to prick my finger. But as soon as they started talking about releasing me I panic. I thought I am going to have to really do all this by myself. I cried that whole day I'm pretty sure.
Well, I was sent home and I couldn't help but cry… I didn't know how to handle it. I was so confused as of why this happened to me and what I did to my body to get this. I did end up getting to play in the tournament but I was closely watched by my parents and coaches and athletic training staff. The summer went by pretty smoothly. I was surrounded with my friends and family and they conitually supported me and encouraged me with my new lifestyle. When I moved back to school I went through a stage of denial and saddness. I thought for sure that since I didn't have my family and friends support that something bad would happen to me and no one here would knowthat I had diabetes and that would be the end of me.
Well, that was 3 months ago, and I am doing much better. I still have my days. And I still cry more than I think I should. But I am very excited because I am now going through the process to get a pump!! From what I've heard that is life changing!! I love being apart of DC… everyone on here so is nice and supportive and somewhat understands what I am going through and feeling.
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