Girl With Type One: Getting Diagnosed: Part 3

When I woke up the following day, my mom was in my room. "Hi, mom!" I said. She gave me a big hug. I talked to my parents for a few minutes about how I was feeling, when my grandparents arrived. They brought me a bouquet of cute pink flowers and talked to me about the previous events. I still didn't know what I had, but whatever it was, it was not fun. Then they left a while afterwards. Then, I just slept the whole day for the rest of the day, and that felt soooooo good! I felt like Sleeping Beauty, but minus the beauty, 'cause my hair looked like I tried surviving a zombie attack or something. The next morning, I woke up when my PA (Bill Martin) came into my room. He sat in a chair in the corner of the room and said, "So, how does it feel knowing that you have diabetes?" I was suddenly wide awake. "What? I have diabetes?" I exclaimed. Apparently my dad had told me the night before, but I was so out of it that I can't remember a word he said, so this was a huge surprise. He gave me a quick lesson on what diabetes was. He explained that I had an organ called the pancreas, which makes something called insulin. "Insulin makes sure that you don't have too much sugar in your blood. But for some reason that we don't know, little things called anti-bodies attacked your pancreas. Now your pancreas doesn't make insulin, so your body was trying to use fat instead of insulin to lower your blood sugar. That's why you got thinner," Bill explained. Then he talked to me about how to count carbohydrates (carbs) in my food. Carbs make my blood sugar go higher. Then he told me something so wonderful that I wanted to squeal with happiness: I got to order a breakfast. I had IVs in my arms that were giving me the nutrients food would have, but that's not nearly as awesome as actually eating! Right?