The day my life changed

By Katiedid11 Latest Reply 2013-12-19 09:03:37 -0600
Started 2013-12-17 16:53:15 -0600

If it weren’t for modern medicine, I would be dead right now. When I think about it, my palms start to sweat because I realize diabetes isn’t something to mess around with. If I make even a slight mistake I would end up in the hospital, which isn’t fun. My dad has diabetes too and I hadn’t been acting normal for a while so I was planning on moving in with him, because my mom couldn’t figure out why I was acting so horribly. We found out the day we were planning on leaving.

My sister and i were fighting over who got so sit with my dad in his big comfy chair. “I want to sit in daddy’s big chair!” I yelled at my sister. “No it’s my turn!” she yelled back. Right at that moment my dad was checking his glucose. “I’ll tell you what girls,” he said. “, whoever can check their glucose, can sit with me in my chair.” We hesitated because as children, needles, even small ones, scare us. I ended up volunteering though, because my sister is deathly afraid of the ruthless things. The needle was as small as a pencil tip, yet even thinner. It was loaded in the poker, just waiting to spring out and pierce my flesh. My sister thought it was going to pop out, and devour her whole finger. I had never done it before, so I was a little freaked out too. It surprised me the way the strip sucked the blood up, it was kind of scary. I was anxious to see what my number was, but when it popped up all it said was HI. “What does that mean?” I asked my dad, confused. “Um…” he started saying, he seemed really worried. “That’s REALLY bad.” He said “We have to take you to the hospital, now.” I was confused because I felt fine; I didn’t understand why that was bad. I was ok with going to the hospital though because since we were planning on moving that day, all we had was a U-Haul truck. I thought it was funny that we drove that huge thing to the hospital. It reminded me of a fire truck driving to Dairy Queen. Anyways, when we got there it took a while for us to get back to an actual room. And I don’t remember the emergency room like it is now, I remember sitting around a corner on a soft chair and my dad talking to people. I didn’t quite comprehend what was going on with me. My dad seemed a little frazzled though. It made me scared to see him that way. I was nervous at what would happen to me, I didn’t feel sick or weird, so is didn’t know what was going on. I don’t remember much of when I was actually in the hospital because I was so sick. But I do remember being in a room outside of the pediatrics unit, because there were no rooms open. That made me feel kind of bad because there were so many sick children. But I felt kind of good, despite the fact I almost died, because I was “big”, I didn’t have to be in the kids’ area. I was young though and I didn’t realize that I was out there because there were too many kids in the actual pediatric unit. I remember the hospital was horrible. I could hear sick little babies crying in the rooms across from me, annoying constant beeping from various machines, bare white walls that smelled like the hospital. Plus, the food was putrid; it tasted like barf. That’s probably because I was so sick, so everything tasted gross. That’s why I lost so much weight, being sick. I weighed 50lbs that was less than my sister who is almost 2 years younger than me. I couldn’t sleep either because the nurses had to come in every hour to check my blood sugar, and all the IV’s were really uncomfortable. I like to sleep on my side with my hands under my head. But that’s impossible with all the IV’s in both my arms. I had to sleep like a board, for three whole nights I had to have one IV with saline solution because I was dehydrated, one with long-lasting insulin because it keeps my blood sugar stable when I’m not eating, and one with short lasting insulin to try to slowly get my over all blood sugar down again. If they gave me all the correction insulin at once it could be bad for my liver.

Being in the hospital even for one day is boring, all I wanted to do was sleep and that was hard, I couldn’t watch T.V because my eyes were burry from having ketoacidosis, and there was nothing left to do. My sister came to visit a lot, and so did some of my friends. They wanted to walk around the hospital all the time but just didn’t have enough energy. One day, they kept talking about big windows, they wanted to show me, but I was so tired I couldn’t even sit up for long. I felt like I was a log, not able to move, couldn’t play.

Over the course of 4 days, I slowly started getting better. I was looking forward to moving so I REALLY wanted to get better, so we could leave. I felt bad because I had postponed the move without even knowing it in the first place. I know we were all excited to leave, and I made us go later. But my dad kept saying it was ok because my health was more important. It was better that we found out now than getting really sick on the road. That made me feel a little better. On the 4th day, I was super tired from lack of sleep, earlier. But also I was excited to leave, finally! I was much better than before, even though I hadn’t felt bad in the first place. And I was ready to get out of that horrid place.

As I stepped into the bright morning sun on Jan 3 2008. Squinting since I hadn’t seen light in a while, all I wanted to do was lay in the seat of the U Haul, next to my dad, and sleep. The way to South Dakota, where we were moving, I kept thinking, what does this mean? My life is going to be different from now on. I need to be careful and cautious with everything now. All I ate was beef jerky and cashews the whole way there, which was a day or two, besides lunch and dinner. My dad was very adamant about checking my glucose to make sure I was still ok. It made me feel good that he cared so much about me, like that. Anyways, I was relieved I was out of the hospital and out of Washington. I knew my life had changed but I could handle it, I was as strong. Stronger than ever.

6 replies

Silicone eyes
Silicone eyes 2013-12-19 05:41:50 -0600 Report

Wow Katie, what a real written, amazing story. You've got a bright future ahead of you, as a writer if that's what you want to do. You're story took me back to 1987 when hospitals were even less fun, my roommate had an amputation from gangrene, that is a very distinctive odor. Nobody in my family understood about it at all, they tried though. I grew up on a grape farm and everybody brought me fruit baskets in the hospital. You sound very lucky to have your father. If my little girl was ever in your position, I think I would be sicker than her or when I was dx'd. It can be scary, but you sure sound like you've got your head screwed on straight.

Katiedid11 2013-12-17 21:37:22 -0600 Report

Thank you joyce i try my hardest everyday even though somedays i just want to sit down and cry :)

Just Joyce
Just Joyce 2013-12-18 09:33:59 -0600 Report

Try not to feel that way. Life is what you make it. Take time away from being diabetic. When you feel you are ready to just sit down and cry, find something fun to do. Do something special just for yourself.

The post you wrote was very well written. Get a journal and write down your hopes and dreams. Things you want to do in life. Start a bucket list of things you would like to do you know, climb a mountain, swim with the dolphins…etc and scratch them off as you accomplish them.

Write a childrens book on what it is like being a kid with diabetes and have it self published. Make it a fun book. If you have a kindle go to Amazon.coms free kindle book section. They have all kinds of free books on how to write a book and self publish it. If you don't have a kindle or nook I know amazon has the free app for Kindle I have it on my PC and Tablet.

Find a hobby that you enjoy. I make jewelry. My sister and I turned it into a small home based business and sell at craft fairs. The newest thing is the rubber band jewelry loom that is about 14 bucks at Michaels and AC Moore craft store. Make bracelets for your sister and friends. I love jigsaw puzzles and put them together during the winter months.

Do things to keep you positive and happy and the bad days won't seem so bad and you will get to a point where you won't want to cry.

Katiedid11 2013-12-18 18:20:53 -0600 Report

Thank you, these ideas really help. I dont feel that way that often, but i know with your ideas i soon wont at all :) your a nice person and i appreciate your imput :)

Just Joyce
Just Joyce 2013-12-19 09:03:37 -0600 Report

Thank you Katie. Give your dad a hug for recognizing that you needed to go to the hospital. No matter what happens to you in life, always remember that with faith, hope and determination you can be and do all the things you want.

Just Joyce
Just Joyce 2013-12-17 21:32:40 -0600 Report

Katydid, you are an awesome young lady. There are adults with diabetes who can't face that fact. They don't take care of themselves. Your life changed that day but you kept looking and moving forward. I hope people on this site read your story because you are truly an inspiration. Keep up the good job and always look towards the future.

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