erinn822 (erinn822) wrote,

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The Big D Turns 21

Twenty one years ago I was in the ER and mighty sick with a blood sugar of around 1250 (doctors wondering how I was conscious and talking). I had a 3 day stay in the ICU (where I remember wanting WATER all the time) and then another 3 days on the peds unit...(my roommate had a burst appendix and really really bad veins because they could never get an IV in her - but she still was able to conspire with me to hide the "gross cheese" under the mattress instead of eating it before bed) and then...home for the holidays. I don't remember a whole lot (I was only 7) but I do recall not liking my visiting nurse who wanted me to do my own shots...first once a day, and then....TWICE...what a meanie. This is the point in my life where counting became important. One half hotdog = one meat, 12 grapes = one fruit, 5 triscuits = one bread...I can spout off these numbers from now till the end of time even though we've (thankfully) moved on to carb counting instead. My parents were amazing for my childhood. They gave me the control. I see way too many parents of kids with diabetes not letting their kids make mistakes and try to do things themselves. Look at me now... I'm independent and complication free! I'm not saying there weren't a few crazy moments...but I survived.

Camp Midicha became a huge part of my life. This is where I met lifelong friends... (Sue- my first counselor and still a wonderful friend), Kathy (partner in crime and Best Friend to this day), Mark and Gerad (how can any girl forget those crushes on OLDER counselors :)...

My current slew of WONDERFUL friends with insulin pumps... Chris, Sheilagh, Kathy, Joyce, Brandon, Mark, Gerad and J.P... you know who you are...and all we've done for each other.

My college buddies who learned all the in's and out's of drinking with a diabetic (and an UNDERAGE one at that...anyone who is underage please cover your eyes....)
Julie (who could test my blood sugar while intoxicated better than anyone ever could!)
Kidada (the best freshman year roommate a girl could ever have!)
John and Larry... you treated me normally, that is all a girl could ask for (except...Larry, when you kidnapped Bongo the monkey) learned how to use glucagon (thank god you never had to use it on me!)

Going back to high school...all of you who put up with me and my "bag" that I toted around everywhere (and left in a few intersting places....)
Jenni...remember Burger King when that guy thought I was doing drugs and went to get the manager?'s been 21 years... some of you may think it odd that us Type I's decide to celebrate our diagnosis's not like I was that happy 21 years ago, but... I am happy now. I am celebrating technology and being alive in a time when I can control things (and you know I'm a control freak).... so, happy birthday Mr. D. May you live long and prosper (unless....a cure.... then DIE!) :)

Type I 21 years today, pumping 6 years with "Vinnie"

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