My first week
being out of the hospital were memorable. Two things I
remember quite well.. My parents left us alone one night for a
night on the town or something.. I sat down with a box of
Wheat Thins and ate quite a few. Mom came home and saw me
munching and asked me how many I had eaten. I hadn't counted,
but I knew I ate quite a few. Immediately, she calls the
doctor.. I do a urine test and it's over the top... Got
a lesson then that I really had to follow about counting crackers..
What a drag!
My next little
adventure and disappointment was during Thanksgiving. That was
just a week or two just after leaving the hospital. I remember
before being able to scarf down quite a bit. Heh! My mom
proportioned my plate.. WHAT?! No leg? and this
speck of mashed potatoes? No pie? OUCH! I felt I
was in HELL.
When I was in my
teens, I missed quite a few school days due to my diabetes. I
wasn't in much control of my blood sugar. Too many times, I
was picked up off my bed or the sofa and hauled away by my parents
to the emergency room for treatment. To me, the hospital was a
home away from home cause I spent so much time there it seemed.
I remember
returning to Jr. High School after spending some time in the
hospital, and one of my teachers announces to the class as I walked
into the room, "Chip! Are you just visiting, or are you
here for a while?" hehe.. I chuckled.
It wasn't until I
entered high school, that my body started behaving itself and I was
able to manage everything a little better. But I still had my
ups and downs.
Today (May 2001),
I'm preparing to go on an insulin pump. I've done a ton of
research on the internet and have read many stories about others
that use the pump. I was referred to an Endocrinologist last
month and have about 6 months to go before I qualify for an insulin
pump. I'm so excited.
-=[Sitting in front of my computer]=-
