GillieLove96

~How Life Happens~
2010-05-04 01:37:07 (UTC)

Unlucky

Is it just me or am I unlucky?

I was supposed to die in grade four. I got juvenile
diabetes. I was eight, it wasn't fair. I went to my first
concert ever, Hilary Duff. I didn't particularity like her,
but for the hell of It I went, I wanted to be experienced.
Before The concert we stopped for dinner. It was a hot day,
I wasn't worried about the weather, but back then I never
had to worry about anything. We finished eating and loaded
into my aunts Mini Van. What a thing a concert, I hated it.
I had to stand outside the dome for two hours! I had
previous symptoms, but it was one of those things where you
hadn't heard about it until an experience. I was only forty
pounds in grade four, I was a skeleton, I had blood sugar
lows(although I never new), and I wet the bed outta no where
when I was five. Anyways, I was standing in a line outside
the dome, and I had to go so bad, I wet my own jeans! I was
eight, so my aunt just told me to tie my sweater over it. It
was uncomfortable, but what was I going to do? So after, we
went to McDonald's, and ordered fake ice cream with a side
of liver eating coca-cola. Mmm. I had to use the washroom
literally every 5-10 minutes, it was not fun, my aunt was
not impressed, neither was my cousin, who really loved her.
About half way through the concert, I stood up to wave my
glow-stick, and it hit me, like a concrete wall. I had a
migraine, the worst I'd ever felt in my life. It felt as if
every time the speakers boomed, my skull was going to crush,
like a can under pressure. I was screaming, I didn't even
cry when I scraped my knee to the bone, but this was
painful. I was crouched in the corner, my aunt frantically
calling my parents. I was at the door as far away from the
music as possible, but light hurt my eyes, footsteps,
speakers, door swinging, I wanted it to end. Finally my dad
got there, I couldn't walk, so he slung me over his
shoulder's, I vomited the whole way down the hill to the
truck(he didn't hear me). When we got in the truck, I
vomited all over the seat and my clothes. I was running into
the house in just my underwear. I got in mom brought me to
the kitchen, where she gave me water, which i puked up a
second later. They thought I had meningitis. So they set me
on the floor, where they watched me scream all night. I was
delusional, I saw a marching band. WTF? In the morning I was
driven to the emergency room. My breath smelled
sweet(despite the vomit) like a fruit to go. When I was
taken in the strapped me down as they put an IV in the top
of my hand. I screamed, and kicked a nurse. When that was
over with, I feel asleep after peeing several times, in my
hospital bed with my bulimic room mate who just had a heart
attack. I just drifted away. I woke up and looked around, I
was hooked up to all kinds of machines. I saw my parents,
they were outside my room hugging, Then a storm of nurses
came in and poked my finger and made it bleed, then they put
it in this strip and pluged it into a computer, which
brought up the number 17.9. Then they stabbed my arm with
this needle full of clear stuff. I didn't scream, I had so
many needles by then. While I was asleep, I was diagnosed
with Juvenile Diabetes type one. The only person to EVER get
it in the history of my family. I was depressed, I had to
stay in the hospital for 2 weeks while my parents learned to
give me a needle. I have to take five needles a day, and
five blood test's everyday for the rest of my life, there's
no cure. Now try to tell that to a eight year old. I was the
only one, an outcast, I felt like a disappointment, a
failure. I had a couple more Migraines, and kicked a couple
more nurses as they shoved fat ass needles into my hand.
Despite all that, I am alive for some reason. When I got out
of the hospital, I remember the smell of fresh air, the best
thing in the world. It was wonderful, cold, brisk, and
soothing. It was GREAT to be out of the hospital, it's been
six and a half years since That horrid month, and I know I
am lucky, yet unlucky. Although I still struggle today it
never slowed me down. I'm thankful that I am able to see my
family everyday, but talk about bad luck hey?




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