Subway. Lemonade. ECLAIRS!! This was the last meal I had before my journey with type 1 diabetes began.
My brother and I were spending the weekend with my grandparents while my parents were spending their time at a hotel in downtown Salt Lake City to celebrate my mom’s birthday.
It was Saturday morning and my grandma was taking me shopping to go find beads to make my mom a bracelet for her birthday. I loved making things. Especially bracelets. We had some luck, found some beads, and we were on our way to lunch. During our car ride I remember my grandma telling me that my skin was pale and dry and asked if I was feeling ok. I was feeling tired but nothing out of the ordinary and I remember asking for lotion so I could take that “dry” look away from my hands.
Out of all the places I could pick, I chose Subway. I don’t know what I was thinking. SUBWAY!? She would have taken me to the most expensive restaurant and I chose subway. Insert eye-roll. Seriously.
I chose my coveted turkey sandwich and grabbed my chips and filled my cup with delicious lemonade. We ate our sandwiches and my grandma told me that for our dessert she would take me to the bakery to pick up some eclairs. YES!!! I LOVE eclairs!! BEST DAY EVERRRRRR!!!!
After going to the bakery and picking up the eclairs we headed back to grandmas and I got started on the bracelet. I don’t remember much about how I was feeling that day but I know that after lunch and the bakery my body felt tired and I had a stomach ache but nothing that was alarming.
Around dinner time I wasn’t hungry at all and I didn’t eat. That was normal. I hadn’t been eating much for a long time. My mom’s bracelet was finished and it was neatly placed in a box and tied with a ribbon. A homemade card at its side.
The next 24 hours was a whirlwind. I remember throwing up before bed and I just didn’t feel good. My grandparents were worried and so they gave my parents a call. My parents asked if it could wait till morning and I remember my grandma saying it couldn’t wait. That something was wrong. She said I needed to go to the hospital. So, on my mom’s birthday, they left their hotel, and met my grandma and me at the hospital. Grandpa stayed home with my brother.
I remember trying to sleep on my dad’s lap in the ER. And I remember waiting for what seemed like a freaking ETERNITY!! They finally took us back and I remember them giving me a horrible chalky drink and telling my parents that they were going to put me in the helicopter to transfer me to Primary Children’s Hospital. I remember asking why and them telling me that my blood sugars were 752 and they should have been around 100. I didn’t understand what they were telling me but after that I remember everything moving at a remarkably fast pace.
*I know that even now kids are being misdiagnosed with strep and flu when in all actuality it is type 1 diabetes. It makes me so angry. I wish I could find out who was treating me in the ER that night so I can go back and thank them for doing what they did. They new. They saved my life.*
Life Flight was responding to another call so into the ambulance I went and we were lights and sirens from there. I remember using the restroom before we left the hospital and desperately needing to use it again when we arrived at the other hospital. It was like 10 minutes. Haha! Story of my life!
I spent a week at Primary Children’s Hospital and it was one of the worst most grateful times of my life. I cried. I remember watching my mom cry. (It makes me cry right now thinking of it) We learned so much. We learned how to carb count. What bolusing meant. What an A1c is. What would happen if I didn’t take care of myself. I learned to love diet soda. (Give me all the diet coke and diet mtn dew!! YES PLEASE!!! HaHa!!) We learned how important exercise was. I ran the halls of the hospital with my Aunt. I learned that Potassium pills are the WORST!! They are freaking HUGE! We also learned that I almost died. My body was shutting down, it was going into DKA (Diabetic Ketoacidosis). If we would have waited until the morning to figure out what was going on, I wouldn’t be here.
My grandma knew something bad was happening to my body. She made that decision to call my parents. To ruin my mom’s birthday. She was adamant about getting me to the hospital. My parents knew to listen to her. They were wondering for a long time what was going on with my body. They left the hotel and the fun they were having to take care of me. The didn’t need to be told twice. They knew.
Now, Every November 15th, We celebrate a birthday, eat some Subway and celebrate with some eclairs. With some insulin, of course 🙂