Too much sugar?

In the air was saddness, silence filled the interior of the car. Tears dripping down her cheek, what was happening was all I was thinking. I was sad even though I had no idea what was happening but looking at my mom I felt sypathy. I knew, I was causing her this misery. But what was happening, I asked my mom there was no answer. The silence just dronned on, the confusing just kept growing, uninformed I arrived at the hospital. My mom got out of the car, grabbed a bag full of clothes and toilettries and head for the door, with the bright sign that said Enter *patients only* Then, all of a sudden, a light clicked off in my head. I knew why I was here, that page my mom researched on the computer finally made sense. I was here because...I have diabetes. That realization made the happiness in me drain all the way down my body and out my toes into the ground, gone forever. I was walked up into the childrens ward into a room soo bright, it had paintings of some sort of tree's or something on it. I was led to the bed by the window and sat down, still having mixed feelings about everything that was going on. Then a nurse bardged into the room, her eyes looked sad. She was carrying a tray it was bright red with food on it. I was hungry, but why couldn't I just go home and eat? She placed the tray down and left without saying a word, her marshmellow looking nurse shoes pitter patted down the hallway. Then she came back, with two things this time, things i have never seen before, ifirst she pulled out this small rectangle thing, with a blue lid, what was it. She asked for my finger, what was I supposed to do? give it too her or hide them? I decided to give her a try, with my delicate fingers. She uncapped that contraption, that would be the first on many. "Click" that was the last thing I heard, there was a little needle in there. Punctureing the soft flesh on my fingers, I could feel the blood starting to rush out of my finger

I could faintly hear her saying "Milk your finger!" Ummm? Milk my finger, how odd did that sound, there was only one thing I could think of too say back "What do you mean! My finger is NOT a cows utter!" Then the laughing started and my hearing came back, my finger still throbbing and my mind still confused, She brang this small thing towards me, it looked like an MP3 player. She stuck this little strip too my finger, the blood rushed up it like a vacume cleaner. What was it? What was happening? No one was answering me. There was only one thing I knew for sure I had diabetes. What! she was coming back, this time with..a needle and a vile! Gosh I hate needles soo much. It wouldn't hurt, I thought to myself.

"Your legs stomache or Arm?" She asked?

"Stomache?" I responeded with a confused tone of voice, she headed towards my stomach. Pulling up my shirt, The needle puntured my soft tissue, but the fluid in it, what was it doing. All those weeks of tiredness and thirst those feelings were now subsideing. Why? What was she putting into me? Why was it making feel this way? What was it doing? I guess the questions never really mattered, but I was getting better now thats what matters. It was like a miricale, a strange feeling, a feeling of relif and serenity. It was great, but I had no idea I was going to do that for the rest of my life.

I kinda remember being in the hospital, and now that I think about they never directly told me I had diabetes, I kinda just put the peices together. But I think something that will stick in my head forever is what the nurses repeatedly said "soon this will just be another part of your dailey routine" I never actually belived them. Untill, it actually became reality. But after that first day in the hospital after I woke up, I was diffrent. I was living life from a new perspective.