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This is one of the contributions to:DIABETES ESSAY AND POEM COMPETITION 2010
My hand went purple with the loss of blood circulation, I cringed and hid my head in my mums coat, snuggling deep, deep down. The student nurse squeezed my hand, "You're a tough nut, aren't you?" She joked as my blood was spilling through a long, thin tube. A higher ranked specialist poked her head around the curtain, "NO! Squeeze harder," she yelled, I whimpered pathetically as she pulled the students hand away from my wrist, the specialist didn't care about the pressure on my veins, as the puncture in my hand helped spurt scarlet red blood into a plastic container.
The tears ran down my face and soaked into the darkness of the jacket. "Ok, we'll be back with the results," she snarled. My face fell. So, we couldn't go home then? But, what about the holiday tomorrow? I sighed, realising we wouldn't be able to go to rhodes, then, I pounced on the hospital bed and tried to hide my depression from my parents. Lying on my stomach, I fell into a deep sleep.
' "Is the formula ready?" asked the assitant, the mad scientist held a three inch needle in his boney, disturbing hands. It contained a blue liquid...'
That was the dream, but then i was woken up, "I am awfully sorry, Emma has type 1 diabetes, she will be staying in over night," My heart sank as i stepped on the wheel-chair. "Mum?" I whispered, "I am soooo hungry, would it be possible to get something to eat?" She shrugged in a 'I feel sorry for you' way, she asked the doctor, that was pushing me, when I was able to eat. He answered that he wasn't sure. Shaking, I collapsed on my bed, I had litterally nothing to eat all day!
My night nurse came to comfort me, she asked if I wanted anything to eat, I nodded eagerly and ended up bolting down six peices of buttery, crunchy toast. I licked my lips and thanked her, grateful that my stomach stopped talking to me.
Looking around I realised I was not alone, babies, toddlers, children my age and teenagers lay either asleep or reading, a needle in their hand/foot, like me.