Personal Narrative: My Life Changing Diagnosis

When I think about the moments leading up to my diagnosis I remember feeling weak, confused, shaky and sleepy. I did not notice that I had began sleeping throughout the day. My body was craving soft drinks like soda and juice but not food. Days would go by and I eventually fell into a deep slumber that I found myself only waking up from to use the bathroom. I knew something was wrong and that if I did not get to a hospital it would get worse. Nothing could have prepared me for the life changing diagnosis I would receive.
When I was a child, around 8 years old, my weight became an issue. Nobody ever warned me about the detrimental diseases that could form if I did not watch what I ate and how much I ate. Snacks were my thing, just like

every other kid. I did not have any worries and avoided all the negative signs of my health. Private doctors would tell me to eat better and try to work out as much as possible. I attempted to eat better but I did not see a change in my weight. Then, I started going to the gym but I did not see the results I thought I would see. So I gave up. I ignored the advice given to me by the doctors and several years later my life changed, and not for the better.
In the summer of 2013 I was 15 years old. Everything was going good for me, or so I thought. One day I woke up feeling different. My body was not acting the way it normally would. I figured the feeling would pass over so I just dealt with it. Later that day I went to an barbeque with a few friends and that is where the symptoms began. I was offered food but for some reason I was not hungry. I found myself drinking several cans of soda. The soda tasted so good but it was making my body weak. It seemed like I was using the bathroom every twenty seconds but I figured it was because I had to much to drink. That night when I went home I could not remember anything except that I desperately wanted to sleep.
The next morning that feeling I had the day before was still there. It was a feeling of weakness, confusion and shakiness which eventually made me fall back into a deep slumber. When I awoke a few hours later I knew I had to get to the nearest hospital. As I lay in the bed with IVs in my arm and montiors all around me I thought to myself, "What could possibly be wrong?" I disregarded the idea that my weight and bad eating habits could be the reason. About a half an hour later I began regaining my strength and feeling normal again. Except nothing was going to change what was to come.
A tall middle aged doctor came in with a clip-board in his hand and an uneasy look on his face. He started by saying, " You could have slipped into a coma." Then, he made me aware that I was lucky to have made it to the hospital in time because my sugar level was at a dangerous rate. For a moment I was confused until three words came out of his mouth and broke me to pieces. He said," You have been diagnosed with diabetes." I broke down and cried until there we no more tears left to cry. I kept asking myself," Why?" That was the beginning of the rest of my life as a type two diabetic.