type1grace

Brave. It's a foreign  word. Not a word often spoken about. Unless you live in Marvel. Why? Because people claim the word for no reason. Or they accept and apply the meaning to their lives... This morning in one of my classes, I knew something was not quite as it should be. It’s the start of the flu season in the Southern hemisphere, and any infection always gets to those who have weak immune systems first. I felt feverish and high; and checked my blood glucose. Just my luck; I’m high . 430mg/dL or 24.2mmol. That’s pretty high. If I were to walk through the doors of any emergency room, I would be classified as a patient in desperate need of medical attention. Clearly something went wrong with my breakfast this morning. Even though my breakfast was exactly the same as yesterday’s, and the day before and before... Or maybe it’s because I’m getting sick… Who knows. When you are high, you would give yourself a shot, and drink plenty of water. Now, giving a shot unnoticed is ...

Everyone wants to be normal. But what is normal? Normal people are healthy, happy and has hope. Type 1 diabetics? Not normal at all. As soon as people notice that you are different, bullying and teasing becomes a big reality. I spent 8 nights in hospital after my diagnosis. I only went back to school after a month. I was physically and emotionally tired. I was really happy to be back in my old environment. To see all my friends, to be part of something again and to show my injections off (so typical of a child). My mathematics teacher was the only rude one to me after I returned to school. I remembered how I greeted her and told her that I am back. I went to my chair, and in front of the whole class, she said that she waited for my death certificate. Everyone had a slight laugh and then looked at me. Even now, I feel like shedding a tear about that day. I felt so useless and idiotic. When looking back on those few months, those few words from my mat...