Getting Diagnosed: Part 8

Nothing very interesting happened for the next few days. But one morning, when I woke up, my parents told me we were leaving that day. I can't tell you how happy I was. But the thought of seeing my siblings again filled me with happiness. "Woo-hoo!" I exclaimed. After I got ready, my mom's grandparents (or my great grandparents) came in. We talked for some time about how surprising it was that I got diabetes. When they left, two women came in to talk to us about foods that I can eat and foods that I can have every once in a while. They left, and then my parents and I talked about what it would be like to leave. My dad said, "It just feels so weird that we'll be leaving. It's like, do we take a nurse home with us to check you or what?" We all laughed. He wasn't the only one who felt that way! My mom went up to the front desk and got her papers that would allow me to leave. She filled them out and gave them to a nurse. She told us we could leave after lunch. So my parents and I quickly went downstairs to the cafeteria, got our lunch, and scarfed it down. Then we went upstairs, got our bags, and brought them out to the car. I stared at the car for a bit. "Soooooo...do I just get in, or what?" I said. My parents laughed. "Yep, you just get in!" "Okay, this feels weird," I said to myself. And don't get me wrong, I was overjoyed to go home! It just felt so - I don't know - off, I guess. I can't really find the word for it. Basically, it was like Wait, I'm going home now? No one's gonna' stop me? Where's the nurse? We're on our own now? I felt like we wouldn't be able to do it ourselves. But then I thought of one thing that made me calm down: I'm going home! The hospital trusts that we can do it! I thought to myself. I'm going home.