What to do with Diabetes? I was diagnosed at the age of eleven. I did not really know anything about diabetes. I knew what it was because my mum's mum and dad had it and my dad's mum and dad had it. It missed a generation on each side. My mum is one of four sisters and she has one brother. I guess I was the lucky one out of all the other twelve cousins and my brother. At the begging of the holiday, I went to the doctors for a blood test. I remember the night before I was so scared and I could not sleep. Through that whole night I was tossing and turning and thinking what if the needle did not come back out again. I was petrified of needles even safety pins I did not like touching. It was the summer holidays I had been drinking lots and lots of water that holiday. I had been making more and more trips to the toilet. I was at a summer camp. My mum came and picked me up. My dad was sat in the car. I sensed that there was something wrong cause whenever both my parents come and pick me up I know something is not quite right. At this point I was trying to work out was wrong. With all the fun I was having at summer camp I had forgotten about the blood test at the begging of the holiday. So there I was on a bed at Pinderfields A ward. During School Time, I remember laying there thinking about what lesson my friends would be in. Quite frankly I would rather of been in school then bored out my mind lying on the bed. With all my thoughts in my mind, I think the worst part of it all was, not knowing what was going on and what the doctors were thinking. Then the doctor came in and announced I had type 1 diabetes. For the next couple of minuets it really did not sink in. Then it had hit me from now on everything would be a time routine. I would be different to all my friends. I would have to have injections. I would be the one sitting at a table with no dessert. I would be the one constantly followed and monitored. I would get asked, "Are you okay are you sure." I would not be allowed to go to a mate's house to stay in case I had a hypo. I would not be able to go anywhere without an insulin pen or blood sugar meter and some lucozade sweets. I was going to be different. I would have lumps and spots on my stomach were I injected. When I finally was allowed to go back to school. I could not believe how much I missed school how does that sound. I missed my friends of course but the fact only a few people new you and everybody gets on with there own things. The first few days at school were a nightmare. Was still needing to go to the toilet often but the teachers understood. My BM would vary from two to all the way up to twenty-five some days. I was becoming more and more angry and annoyed because I was trying to understand what I was doing wrong. I would of preferred to keep my condition a secret. But I was told about all the things that could go wrong if no one new. So they took a picture of me and wrote a medical file and that is in the nurse's office and in the staff room, which no students are allowed in. But it is not only me on the bored there is people who are allergic to nuts and need epipens and a whole load of other conditions. At the time I was quite annoyed that I had to go up there. But now when I look back I know it was for the best. Then I went back again to the hospital and they completely changed m insulin to thirty five units of mixetard in a morning then carbohydrate counting for my tea then thirteen lavemir at night. I sometimes still have low blood sugars in the night but not as often. I now go to the toilet a lot less and have no need to go to the toilet during the night. Sometimes I still get a bit wound up and think what did I do wrong and what did I eat too much off to get diabetes. But I learnt to cope and have realized that it is all genetics. Diabetes is not that bad , if I stood in a line with other people you would never recognise that I had type 1 diabetes.