Becoming Type 1

First and foremost, I would like to introduce myself to this blogging community and to the whole world wide web. This will be the first blog that I've done in a long time. However, since my last deleted blog post, lots of changes have occurred to me within a time span of one year. To get you familiar with who I am, I was born in Puerto Rico. I moved to the United States as a baby and lived my entire childhood between my homeland and a variety of different states. Was I an army kid? No. Just a kid following my parents obediently and lovingly looking for opportunities and good living. Over the years, I became ingrained as the exceptional student all the way to high school. I went through ups and downs but I was never ready for what came at me the last semester of my senior year in high school. It had all started little by little years before without me ever noticing. But the changes came hard that semester. I was moody. I did not quite understand it. My parents thought that I was being a "teenager". But, I just didn't feel like myself. I was putting a mask, a show for my friends and family but internally, I was going through a lot of struggles. I felt like a bad student; I was depressed and had no energy. Studying and doing well in school was taking me more time and more effort than usual. The only comfort, truthfully, was the fact that I had lost twenty pounds which was well within my BMI (not that I wasn't before). There were lots of other things occurring to my body and my mind and that is when my parents understood that something wasn't right with my health. They decided I should get tested by providing blood samples. Later that day, I remember just going back to my business. I felt so sure that it was nothing. I had long forgotten about the tests when my mother picked me up from school more anxious and stressed than usual. She was desperately driving to the doctor's office meanwhile telling me that I could possibly have T1 Diabetes. I was shocked and my brain couldn't well process the information. I felt nothing, numb. She said to me that I needed to get retested again to make sure but that my blood sugar was well in the 400s or 500s. I don't remember so much of the numbers but it was very high. A healthy person's blood sugar should be within 70s and 80s. I got retested and precisely, they were very high and so we rushed to the emergency room so I could get my blood sugar in a healthy range and the next day meet the endocrinologist/diabetes specialist. It was a lot in a span of a few days, a lot of changes. I am nineteen and that was only a year ago. But that's why I want to keep making blogs like these, for others that were ever in my situation. Having type 1 is hard enough but when you get diagnosed at a later age, it is even more difficult. You have a certain lifestyle that is not as easy to mold as when you are younger. I am at least content now. Just know that I support you.

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