Hey what's up my names Whitney and I'm from Minnesota. I was 11 when I was diagnosed and now I'm almost 16. I hate it and sometimes and I wonder why me? But then I think that it's not that bad and it could be worse. I still hate taking the shots and always having people ask me questions about diabetes because I don't like to talk about it much. But hey I gotta do what I gotta do. This is my story on how I was diagnosed.
On Halloween night in 1999 I was trick or treating with my friends and all the sudden I started to feel sick and I didn't want to trick or treat any more. So I went home and the next day when I woke up I didn't feel like going to school. I went to my grandma' house and she had noticed that I was drinking a lot and going to the bathroom constantly. This went on for about three days and my mom had asked her friend Jackie if there was anything going around that her son Luke could have caught from school. She had told Jackie my symptoms and she had told my mom to check my breath. Confusingly my mom had asked why. Jackie had told her that if my breath was sweet smelling I could be a diabetic, because her husband had been diagnosed a diabetic earlier in his life and had to her he had the same symptoms. So when my mom had picked me up from my grandma's she checked my breath. I hadn't eaten for a while and my breath was sweet. So my mom called the doctor and told them that her friend thinks that I might have diabetes. We went in the next day and sure enough I was diagnosed a diabetic too.
You can email me at llamabug32[@]yahoo.com.
Published July 20, 2004
Last Updated: Sunday December 05, 2004 10:17:17
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