It’s recess. I’m four years old. My friends are in the block area, building castles and playing with legos.
It’s recess. I’m nine years old. My friends are going down the slide, in the playground for third graders.
It’s recess. I’m thirteen years old. My friends are out in the middle school courtyard, starting a pickup basketball game.
It’s recess, and for the last 11 years I’ve been in school, I’ve been at the nurse’s office for the first five minutes of recess, getting my blood sugar checked.
It’s lunch. I’m four years old. My friends are eating their mac and cheese and getting their napkins put out by teachers.
It’s lunch. I’m nine years old. My friends are eating their sandwiches and talking about the latest Star Wars movie.
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My friends are eating their Thomas the Tank Engine birthday cake in large amounts.
It’s my friend’s ninth birthday party. My friends are eating the Harry Potter themed birthday cake in great quantities.
It’s my friend’s thirteenth birthday party. My friends are ravenously eating a calorie, carbohydrate, and fat-filled combination of pizza, hamburgers, hot dogs, and more cake.
It’s my friend’s birthday party, and my face isn’t covered in tomato sauce and frosting, showing my weakness and “un-coolness.”
As a Pre-K student, I never understood it. I thought it was standard. Something everyone had. A small electronic device connected by a thin plastic tubing to my arm. Injected with a new infusion set every three days, compensated by a new train or car toy each time. Going to the nurse to have her push buttons on the device that made funny beeping sounds. At ages three and four, I never comprehended that I was different.
Growing older, I slowly began to grasp the concept of always being “the other.” By first and second grade, I understood that I was the only one going to the nurse three times a day, sometimes four. I was the only kid who had weird tubes sticking out of his arms. A kindergartener once thought I was a robot when I was in second grade. I made nothing of it at the time, but later I realized that that student wasn’t the only one who thought differently of …show more content…
The fun ones, like not having to wait on line at Disney World, are extremely helpful in my objective of riding as many attractions as possible in one day. A excuse to eat excessive amounts of candy-- that works everytime. But these benefits have not, do not, and will not balance the scales. The free Knicks tickets I received from my hospital are no match for the disadvantages I unwillingly tolerate. This point of view is not meant as a sob story, but as the real truth underneath the “I am fine” and “It’s okay” responses often heard from diabetics such as myself. I guess that I am meant, for some reason, to endure the challenges of Diabetes. And all I can do is try to navigate the road with a good sense of humor, a network of support, and a dream of a
It’s recess. I’m nine years old. My friends are going down the slide, in the playground for third graders.
It’s recess. I’m thirteen years old. My friends are out in the middle school courtyard, starting a pickup basketball game.
It’s recess, and for the last 11 years I’ve been in school, I’ve been at the nurse’s office for the first five minutes of recess, getting my blood sugar checked.
It’s lunch. I’m four years old. My friends are eating their mac and cheese and getting their napkins put out by teachers.
It’s lunch. I’m nine years old. My friends are eating their sandwiches and talking about the latest Star Wars movie.
It’s lunch. …show more content…
My friends are eating their Thomas the Tank Engine birthday cake in large amounts.
It’s my friend’s ninth birthday party. My friends are eating the Harry Potter themed birthday cake in great quantities.
It’s my friend’s thirteenth birthday party. My friends are ravenously eating a calorie, carbohydrate, and fat-filled combination of pizza, hamburgers, hot dogs, and more cake.
It’s my friend’s birthday party, and my face isn’t covered in tomato sauce and frosting, showing my weakness and “un-coolness.”
As a Pre-K student, I never understood it. I thought it was standard. Something everyone had. A small electronic device connected by a thin plastic tubing to my arm. Injected with a new infusion set every three days, compensated by a new train or car toy each time. Going to the nurse to have her push buttons on the device that made funny beeping sounds. At ages three and four, I never comprehended that I was different.
Growing older, I slowly began to grasp the concept of always being “the other.” By first and second grade, I understood that I was the only one going to the nurse three times a day, sometimes four. I was the only kid who had weird tubes sticking out of his arms. A kindergartener once thought I was a robot when I was in second grade. I made nothing of it at the time, but later I realized that that student wasn’t the only one who thought differently of …show more content…
The fun ones, like not having to wait on line at Disney World, are extremely helpful in my objective of riding as many attractions as possible in one day. A excuse to eat excessive amounts of candy-- that works everytime. But these benefits have not, do not, and will not balance the scales. The free Knicks tickets I received from my hospital are no match for the disadvantages I unwillingly tolerate. This point of view is not meant as a sob story, but as the real truth underneath the “I am fine” and “It’s okay” responses often heard from diabetics such as myself. I guess that I am meant, for some reason, to endure the challenges of Diabetes. And all I can do is try to navigate the road with a good sense of humor, a network of support, and a dream of a