Diabetes has been the worst thing in the world that I
have ever had to deal with. I was diagnosed with type 1 diabetes when I was 26
years old. I was going along just fine--then all of a sudden, I got sick, lost
weight, and started to get fuzzy vision. My mom told me I needed to go to the
doctor. I went, and my blood sugar
(glucose) was 856 mg/dL. I was just about dead!
Anyway, I have a wonderful doctor now. I feel better when
I take care of myself, but sometimes it gets to be a little much--not so much
physically, but mentally. Some days I want to take this extra appendage that is
my pump and throw it out the window!
No non-diabetic person can ever know the depression that
sets in for us people that deal day in and day out with something that could
kill us if we don't. I am usually a very happy, upbeat person but, man, do I
have days when I hate the world and life in general.
This, I imagine, is supposed to be an upbeat testimonial
about how I have overcome this thing. But truth be told, I haven't--and I am
not sure I ever will. I hate diabetes and everything it represents.
Jessica K, 32
Morrill, NE
133518