It all started around February when I was just fine until I got D&V..

I started feeling sick one day, I wouldn't have thought much of it usually, so I tended to ignore the headaches and the stomach-aches.

Through the days my symptoms got worse and more painful. During school I would feel so ill, I started to loose concentration and feel grumpy with people. When I would go to my child minders house after school I really just wanted to run off and get home to sleep.

Dehydrated and tired I would get home from school eventually and fall over onto my bed. I was constantly exhausted.
I didn't know what to do, I told my mum that I felt ill and tired all the time but she thought I had a cold or something.

A few days later I was asleep in bed when I suddenly woke up to see that my digital clock said it ws nine o'clock! Shocked, I jumped out of my bed and ran to my mum's room.

"Mum" I shouted in a panic, but she wasn't there. I ran back to my room and looked around. Om my desk was a piece of pare with a note on it from my mum it read;

'Chloe don't worry! You're not late for school!! Have gone to the shop to get some Calpol, go back to bed for now!
Mum"

I sighed and slumped back into bed. Although I was dehydrated I also felt like I could just run around in a hyper state. This was strange because I was also very tired.

After three days at home ill, I went back to school. Whenever I said I felt ill I was ignored. People often told me I would be OK in a while but I doubted it; I had been ill for quite some time.

One day when I was at home, it was the morning and I went upstairs to clean my teeth. As I looked in the mirror I noticed that I looked very pale. Suddenly I fell over. I was too weak to even stand up and tears streamed down my cheeks.

My mum and dad came to the bathroom and heard me crying. My vision was totally abstract at this stage. "What's wrong?' cried my Mum. I think I fainted then, I couldn't make much out. My parents helped me to get into their bedroom and lay me down on their massive bed.

I woke up and yawned about ten minutes later and looked around. My Dad was on the phone and then he passed it on to Mum. She was telling someone about what had happened. When Mum put the phone down she hugged me. My stomach being the slightest bit compressed made me want to be sick. I pushed her away gently as I didn't have much strength.

I think she understood why I didn't want a hug. "Don't worry" my mum said, stroking my arm. I could see she was nearly in tears.

A while later I was desperate for hydration. I really wanted a drink but I had been sick seven times already and I wasn't up to anything.

Dad had the car started up and mum helped me into it. I felt all hot and cold at the same time. My stomach was hurting really badly, it felt like something was eating away at it.

When we arrived at the hospital Mum took me to the Emergency waiting room. I told her I was thirsty and she got me a Lucozade. My tongue was green , white and yellow. I felt sick all the time let alone look at that!

The nurse finally came in to see me and my Mum. She questioned us about what had been happening. She gave me some sort of injection, I didn't know what though; I was too tired to really care.

Finished with the questions and note taking the nurse called another lady in with a hospital bed. She let me lie on the bed and pushed the bed around the corner into another room.

In this room there were two ladies who were running blood tests and other test on me. They were very friendly and put some kind of nature programme on for me. I chose to watch it and then went off to sleep.

Later that day I woke up in another room and looked out of a window. "Where am I now?" I asked my Mum, who was holding my hand.

'You're OK, don't worry. They've said.." she stopped. I started crying.

"I don't want to stay here forever Mum" I cried.

"The nurse said that you have diabetes" My Mum said to me. She squeezed my hand. "You'll be fine"

'No I won't" I moaned.

I went to sleep then, I was too tired.

When I woke up next, I saw my dad. I was really happy to see him again. I kept on thinking to myself that I was going to die, I certainly felt like it! Dad had brought my Gameboy and some other things, including a teddy. "Thank you." I said.

I can't really remember what happened before it, but I remember when the nurses helped me out of bed, I was so excited because I could walk again! My legs felt very weak, however, so they held me upright.

The next day I woke up and doctors were running more tests on me! 'I'm tired of this' I thought to myself.
There was a drip in both of my arms, the part where my elbow bent. Me and my mum called them my taps; the nurses came in every hour to take some blood.

I kept on drifting off but sleep was very uncomfortable since the drips were on my arms. When I woke up I was OK, but still drowsy.

At one point, there were, what seemed to be, 20 doctors and nurses around the end of my bed! I was quite confused at this. They all said hello and how are you feeling. All I could really manage in reply was "Ok." Just because I wanted to be polite. My mum was talking to them and apparently they already had seen me and knew who I was, this confused me greatly; I couldn't remember anyone and I thought it would be rude to ask!

The next day, I was excited because I was going to walk to the hospital shop with mum. Happy to be going somewhere, mum pulled the curtains across & helped me to get dressed.

When we got there, it took a while, we brought a nice sugar free drink and something to eat, I was so hungry! We also got some Top Trump cards to play with.

That evening was so nice because I was feeling a tiny bit better and me and mum were all relaxed. With a pencil, I drew a picture of me and my three best friends together. It was quite sweet and pretty good considering I was ill!

I made good recovery in the days I was there. To be honest I quite enjoyed it in the time I was better, it was a new experience!

My friends were excited to see me when I got out & visited school, my parents talked to the teachers and so did the nurses. While they did that, I went out into the playground to see my friends, it was like an avalanche of people! I was surrounded by my friends and there were so many people saying hello to me! They all seemed so glad I was back; I had never felt so loved before!!

Diabetes has changed my life but in more than just bad ways! I think everyone who has it deserves to be treated fairly and live their life to the full! My diet has become healthier and I have had many new choices and lots of new experiences since being diagnosed! Just because I have this disease, it doesn't mean that I am different from anyone else, or strange, and I don't care what people say because I am who I am.