What seemed to start off as a normal Monday quickly changed. I got into the shower feeling fine then after washing and rinsing my hair it became difficult to stand up. I got really shaky, I figured that I was hungry. So I hurried up, I got out of the shower and put something comfy on fast. I got my sweats and tank top on okay but then fell to the floor. I cried for a minute but then sucked it up put a shirt on and went to the kitchen I put two waffles in the toaster, and then one extra because I was starving. Then lined the leather chairs up and laid down on them. My dad came upstairs and asked what was wrong I explained what was wrong he told me to eat all my food and then see how I feel, I followed his directions no problem, I was going to eat everything anyways. When I herd the toaster go 'bing' I hesitated on sitting up, but I knew I would only get hungrier so I sat up, then becoming nauseated from it. I wolfed down all three waffles then laid back down on the leather chairs, and fell asleep. My dad came out of the master bedroom and was glad that I had finally gotten up but then he realized I hadn't. He asked me,
"do you think you can go to school?"
"no." I said partially glad, for I was not in the mood to go anywhere, but the couch in the living room. I watched the rest of Zeke and Luther with my brother then changed it to HGTV once he went to get ready. The entire day I sat on the couch munching on snacks then I decided to go weigh myself after I had finished. I had lost 6 pounds from the day before. I thought for sure I would have gained but no, I lost 6 pounds in one day. Later I threw up twice then again but not as much.
Tuesday, Wednesday, and Thursday were practically like Monday minus throwing up. On Friday my mom decided to take me to the pediatrician. We went and my doctor told us whag she thought it was, she said they needed to check my blood sugar, the nurse asked me for my hand and then pricked my thumb. It turned out my blood sugar was 435 normal being under 150 and above 80 anything over 300 is dead serious, the entire week I had been slowly dying. Luckily we went to the pediatrician. She told us we needed to go to the ER because it looked like I had type 1 diabetes. When I got there we sat in a waiting room painted like Moab. Then went into a little room they weighed me I had lost 19 pounds (9 of which I have gained back) my blood sugar was now at 511 I was getting farther into DKA and closer to death. A bunch of people asked me the same questions over and over, do you have any family with type 1 diabetes? No. Any allergies? No. Any medical history? No. And about 15 more. After 2 hours of the ER and having lots of blood drawn, being hooked up to an IV they put me in a wheelchair and took me to my room. I had my own room. My own bathroom, and got to share the shower room with the other patients and their families that were spending the night. Every hour I was woken up to check my blood sugar levels, and draw blood.
Check back tomorrow for the rest of my stay at PCMC.
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