I was diagnosed with Type 1 diabetes on February 1st 2016.
The weeks before I was diagnosed, I was hungry all the time and very thirsty drinking up to six litres of water per day and still being thirsty when the day ended. I got really skinny and not the good kind. I looked as though I wasn’t eating anything but I was eating ice cream and junk food and not just three times a day, it was all day. This may sound like something people dream about, being able to eat a lot and lose weight, but for me I was scared of the bones that were starting to show.
I was either grumpy or extremely energised which annoyed my sister and my parents a ton, let alone myself. I didn’t know why little things would set me off or why I was constantly stressed. I thought it was just hormones.
I invited friends over to my house. I got out pizza and juice for everyone to eat and drink. I remember after eating my mouth was dry. Very dry. My tongue looked like broken up sandpaper. I didn’t know at the time that pizza and juice was the worst thing a diabetic can have. This lead to my emotions erupting and vowing to never invite friends over again.
I remember going out with a different group of friends and literally breaking down crying and I had no other reason other than I just felt low. At this point I didn’t know what type of low I was. I apologised the day after and they said they understood that people have their days.
Later that weekend I decided to go on a run. I got into my running pants and a sports bra because it was too hot for a shirt. I walked out and my mum gasped. She asked if I was eating enough, and I replied annoyed cause I know she sees me eating all the time. She said I looked sick, and my sister agreed when she came out of her room asking similar questions.
“Have you been eating?”
“Have you been throwing up?”
“Are you sure you are okay?”
I grunted and thought they were over reacting. I got more water to drink.
That night my mum said that I looked pale and too skinny, that something was clearly wrong. So she booked an appointment at the local medical centre. We searched up my symptoms on the web, and I remember clearly going through each one – diabetes was always top of the list. We were joking about how it was bad enough that my sister had turned vegan and the last thing we needed in the family was a diabetic. Surely I didn’t have diabetes!
The next day I skipped school to go to the doctors. They did a normal check up. This included weighing myself. I got onto the scales and it showed how much weight I had lost. I easily went from 45 kg to 36 kg. I was shocked. They then checked my blood sugar (“just to have a quick check”), and I was 680 mg! I didn’t know what it meant at the time but it must have been bad because the doctor said, “OK. I’m sure now that you have diabetes. Go straight to the hospital. Do not go home. Do not stop for petrol. Just go straight to the emergency room”.
I later learned that a normal person’s blood sugar levels should be between 80 mg and 120 mg. I was very high!