The day of…

This is my first blog post. It will be about the day I got diagnosed with diabetes. On the 3rd of October 2018, I woke up at 3 am and vomited on my bed sheets. My mum came into my room and decided to call the doctor’s office in the morning and book an appointment. The next morning, I vomited again and my sickness became more serious (because I have an iron stomach and almost never vomit). I had a headache, was so exhausted I couldn’t stand up, lost my appetite, was breathing heavy, dehydrated and had lost over 5 kg in the past few weeks. I finally got into the doctor’s office and he took a few looks at me and told me I had DKA (diabetic acidosis).

He said that he was pretty sure that I had type 1 diabetes and my body has stopped creating insulin. He pricked my finger and checked my blood sugars which were 22.2 (normal blood sugars range between 4-8). My mum stood their shocked because she thought I had the swine flu. The doctor called the ambulance to come and take me to the hospital. I was taken to the operation room and given an oxygen mask as my body started to shut down.

The ambulance arrived and tried to put a line in but they couldn’t find a blood vessel. We had to wait for another ambulance to arrive case something life threatening happened to me on the way to the hospital. Finally, we were allowed to go and the whole way there the guy was trying to put a line in but still couldn’t find anywhere. The one thing I do remember is being so dehydrated but so sick that I didn’t have the strength to tell them.

The back doors of the ambulance opened and I saw my dad’s face at the doors of the hospital. I was rushed to the children’s ward where there were doctors, nurses and even social workers their for support. About 10 doctors surrounded me, wiping every inch of my body with cold wipes then poking a needle in. But, they had no luck and one of the doctor’s told my parents they may have to drill a hole through my leg to get to the bone marrow. Fortunately, a guy from the ICU (Intensive Care Unit) came running and did an ultrasound on my arm and got a line in. Immediately, I was given insulin, blood and fluids.

A few minutes later, I was transferred to the ICU. I kept asking for water but they just said that it will get better soon and they were feeding me water through the line. At this point, I was a pin cushion with bruises all over my body. I dozed in and out of consciousness for the next few hours (it’s funny how slow time goes in the hospital). Every time I would wake up, it seemed I was getting more dehydrated. At 5:30pm, I woke up and saw my aunty, grand parents and brother beside me. They gave me big hugs and chatted to my mum and dad as I was too weak. I started to get hungry but wasn’t allowed to eat because it would just come back up.

That is the story of how I was diagnosed with type 1 diabetes.

Edit: Next week I will be doing part 2 of this blog post titled ‘the next few days…’

Leave a comment if you’ve had a similar experience!

by Charlotte