I'm a 38 year old and
have had diabetes since 11 years of age. I've been on insulin
injections the entire time.
I love everything
about computers. I've been serious about them for over 15 years
now. I have my own computer repair business, I'm also developing a
web page design business which is doing pretty good. I just got
married on April 7th 2001, You can take a peek at our wedding web page
if you like by clicking here.
I started out taking
only 1 injection a day, then I was moved up to 2-3 depending on how my
tests were doing, I was then bumped back down to 1 injection for many
years, but now I'm up to 3-4 injections per day.
-=[Me on my Hurricane 1000]=-
I remember the days
prior to getting the news about my condition. I remember how weak
I was, how thirsty I felt and the yuckiness of everything. I think
my parents suspected something was not right when we were on a hiking
trip with my grandmother. I just couldn't get enough to drink
while hiking through a mountain trail that weekend.
I do remember a huge
thermos of lemonade that I just about polished off all my myself.
I also remember my mom was a nurses aid and tried diagnosing me herself.
That was a mistake and a half. I don't blame her for that mistake,
I do think one thing was funny that weekend, she dropped my brother and
I off at the movies and handed me a bag of jelly beans thinking that
would help my condition. LOL.. That was a boo boo and a half..
But she was trying to make me feel better. Besides, I love jelly
beans. Especially red and yellow ones!
After the movie, I was
feeling really bad. I remember sweating a lot and still wanting
all the fluids I could take without bursting at the seams. The
following day, my mom took me to the doctors office for a check up.
I remember my mom telling the doctor of what she suspected and the
doctor told her she was wrong.
I was admitted to the
hospital and stayed there for about 10 days from what I recall.
About the only thing I remember during my stay there, was I had to be
able to inject myself with insulin before they would let me go. A
nurse handed me a syringe, a bottle of saline solution and an orange to
practice with. hehehe.. that poor orange.. I shot that
thing up with so much water, it popped in my lap.
