Personal Narrative: Blood Sugar

I will never forget the day my life was changed forever; the day I was diagnosed with Type 1 Diabetes. In the matter of 24 hours, I was taught how to calculate carbohydrates, check my blood sugar, and give myself insulin shots. Among learning how to act as my own pancreas, I was told I could do anything I could have before my diagnoses. I took this statement to heart and never let diabetes stop me from reaching my goals.

Name three things you would do differently if you encounter this kind of situation again.

When I was a young girl my grandma was my person, my rock, my everything, every time their was a problem I would go to her a she would help me through it. She really helped me when I was six and my parents informed me that they were going to get a divorced, at that age I didn’t understand why I thought that everything was great in our family. During this time my grandma took care of me greatly and made sure I was loved and cared for. I can remember every part of when she died. The last time I saw her was at the hospital when I walked into the room to see her I knew in my own way that she was ready to go; this did not mean I

Waking up Amy felt the discomfort of pressure in her throat. Her groggy mind trying to remember what had happened, a flash of a memory -almost dreamlike- skated across her mind. Tires sliding across wet asphalt, the rush of the dense green forest racing by in a disorienting display, the ear piercing, stomach churning sound of metal on metal. Her eyes snapped open taking in her surroundings, the EKG machine giving a sound to her erratic racing heart. The room looked like your typical hospital room and even had the terrible sterile smell. Moving her hands around she found the nurse call button on the side of the bed, she wanted that tube out.

Local fire puts a young girl in the hospital. The fire took place at a local Oak Creek home on Sunday, September 27th.

It was getting dark outside, only a red glowing disk was left in the sky. ’’Ouch.’’ I say as my neighbor’s kitten scratched my hand. My mum had left me here to go check up on my dad who had went to our little camp about a mile behind our property. She was worried. I wasn’t though because I was about seven and had no thoughts that anything could possibly be wrong.

I walked into the small cottage kitchen with a bowl of steaming soup, and I saw my grandma and my grandpa sitting amongst my family. They all seemed very controversial today, so I walked to my table with my soup and sat down slowly. Mother looked at me with a sulking expression when I placed my napkin on my lap and started to eat my slightly warm biscuit.

Barely awake, I overheard my parent talking in the in the living room. Curiosity took over me as I slowly Got off my bed, silently crept into the hallway, and behind the wall. My brother Blake, who was also awakened, followed me. As we were listening, only one word hit me like my grandma slapping some sense into me. And it was that one word that destroyed my old life. Thinking that I have gone to live in Missouri forever, I had an unexpected surprise.

Growing up Christianity had always been part of my life and there was no question about it. My family was christian and the culture that my parents grew up in was heavily religious. However, I personally never had a true connection to Christ at a young age. To me church was the place I went to answer questions in Sunday School and win prizes for it, and that was how I saw it for a long time. It was hard for me to see it has more than that and from the outside I may have looked like the kid had a true connection with Christ by the way I talked in front of the church when my class presented, or the fact that I was able to answer most if not all the questions correctly. As a kid, I thought that made sense and that there was nothing wrong because

When I was 9 years old, I found out that I was not like everyone else. I was in Shop N’ Save with my dad and my sister and we ended up walking past a blood pressure machine. My sister and I wanted to play with it, and usually my dad wouldn’t let us, but that day he ended up saying yes. We went back to the machine. My sister went first and then it was my turn. I sat down, put my arm in the cuff, pushed the green button, and the the cuff started filling up with air. I was sitting there with the cuff squeezing my arm, then loosening until it made a ticking sound. My dad looked at the machine and then at the chart and got this worried look on his face, so we hurried up, finished shopping, and we went home.

The nurse walked into the room with a strange look. She lifted the girl’s arm as she lay in the hospital bed. The girl still didn’t make a moe. Still no movement, she said to the other nurse. It’s so crazy. They say they found her body with this cord wrapped around her arms and legs. As both the nurse turn to exit the room, slightly the patient’s foot moved. Did you see that? Said both the nurses. They walked back toward the patient. Slowly the patient opened one eye. The nurses looked at eachother with a

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I woke up terrified , those nightmares they keep happening. I was thinking to myself saying why haven't they went away. But suddenly my thoughts were disturbed by the yelling of my sister. I got out of bed and went down stairs where i had seen my sister jill making breakfast , she turned around and saw me , then she asked “ nightmares again ”. I answered “ yes ”. Then she had replied with “ hurry up and eat your breakfast we have to take you to your last appointment ”. I remembered that i had therapy but i didn't want to go i just want to forget about what had happened. I deeply sighed and ate then went upstairs and changed. Then when i had finished i walked downstairs when i had seen my sister on the phone , she was sad and stressed then i

I paced my brother, as he drove his big-boy batman trike. I was riding my Little Tikes trike, one that was not in any fashion intended to keep up with my brother’s brisk, delicate maneuvers; nonetheless, I continued driving right behind him.

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