Today I had a low blood sugar at school. Not fun.
Monday, May 23, 2011
Friday, May 20, 2011
Sarah's story!
Man, am I a weirdo or what! Singing that kinder song. But it's fun.
Anyway, today's topic is talking about how I got diagnosed with diabetes (definitely not dia-beat-us, which is a totally different disease that happens when you get beaten by your diet...).
No more sillies. When I was diagnosed, I was in the emergency room for hours. And I'm not kidding. They wouldn't let me eat anything. I had been on my way to a delicious dinner, when suddenly (dramatic pause effect) suddenly my mom got a call from my Pediatrician. I was so sad because I didn't get to eat my delicious dinner. Instead I had to go to the Hospital, while my big sister and dad left me and my mom... and they went and ate a delicious dinner without us!
I was so scared! And I think my mom was pretty worried. I had to go through so much pain those days. First, they pricked my finger with a giant needle (which totally sliced my finger). My blood sugar was 375! Which now I know really isn't all that high for a diagnosis. They put an IV in my arm, which really hurt. Then we had to wait for a long, long time for an ambulance to take me to Roseville. But some nice lady, a volunteer at the hospital, brought me a teddy bear to hug. I still have that bear.
The ambulance finally arrived at around three o'clock in the morning to pick me up and take me to the childrens hospital in Roseville. Although that part was kind of fun.
The next morning they finally agreed to let me have breakfast, and we found out a lot more about diabetes - like I would have to take shots whenever I wanted to eat something. The food was not very good. They served me waffles and grapes (which I don't like), eggs, and sausage. They gave my mom and I lots of books and paperwork to read about living with diabetes.
I still look back at that day (cue flashback moment here) because it was really important to me and my family. Sometimes me and my mom even laugh about it because we were scared and confused, and now we're so used to my new life.
And by the way, I just wanted to review - it's really not dia-beat-us... please don't say that. No offense, but it's kind of annoying.
Here's a video my mom took. If you're interested in learning more:
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