To begin with I thought it was my worst nightmare had come true. I knew as soon as I found out I had diabetes that I was different. Everyone is different in A way but I though I stood out from all my friends in my class. I had this strange feeling inside me that I hadn't felt before and there is no way to describe this feeling. I was also scared but I knew what fear felt like.

The moring that I found out was a norrmally Saturday or so it seemed to me. Mum had been at work the night befor and me and my brother were being as quiets as we could so we don't nbot wake her. I wasn't feeling myself but I have been feeling ill or that week. my Dad rang the doctors and I sat there watching him. I didn't like the ides of going to the doctors but in the end I had to go.

My Mum took me to the doctors. I told the doctor how long I had been feeling ill and I was feeling at the time. She told me that I should go to hospital and I wasn't knee on the idea. I didn't want to go to hospital let alone stay in it.

We got to the hospital and it seemed a long time till we saw the doctor. The doctor told me and mum that I had diabetes and would have too stay in hospital. I was upset because we were going to see a show that night. Mum told me not to worry but I couldn't sto worrying. Once I start worrying I can't stop and that was just the stat of it. They put a drip on me. I had to take it every were which was a real pain. I know it was to help me get better but I didn't think like that when it was on me.

I moved on to the ward. My Dad and Brother came to see me. I enjoyed talking to them because it took my mind off the drip. A nurse came to talk to me about things. I was then that I got really hugery. I had been off my food for at least a week. I was glad that I was eatting my food again. The thing that I hated was that my brother was allowed to eat chocalate and I wasn't. I didn't see why I wasn't allowed it at first. Now I am growen up I don't really care that much.

I had to get up in the middle of the night to have injections. I used to be scared of injections but now I am use to them I am not. I remember having one at school and it was scary and there I was just about to have another one.

The next day was Sunday and it was mothers day so Mum had to open her card in the hospital. I knew it wasn't the best place to be on Mothers day but Mum didn't mind. She had lunch in hospital cafe. I had mine on the ward.

Came to see me in the afternoon. THey brought with them cards. They brought me some pens and colouring pad. They went I went for a walk round the ospital. I need the walk. I had been in bed all day with nothing to do.

The next day was a Monday. People came to see m and I felt much beter. The best news came that day I could go home the next day. I was really happy.

The doctor brought me a book and magic set for being brave. I learnt how to do my blood sugars though I still didn't like injecting myself.

So that was it and now I look back it wasn't that bad. It cold had been much worse. It wasn't as bad as I feared. So was it really a nightmare come true or not?