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Journal of a Teenaged Diabetic
NOVEMBER 7th, 2006
 
 I take another drink.
 It's my 17th water bottle since this morning.
 I almost forget to think,
 as I stepped onto the scale,
 and discovered I had lost another 4 pounds.
 
 As I walked to my room,
 I nearly ran into the wall.
 My vision had blurred.
 It was all I could do to stop a fall.
 
 When laid down in my bed,
 I prayed that God would relieve my pain.
 I wanted it to be gone.
 Whatever was causing me to go insane.
 
 
 NOVEMBER 10th, 2006
 
 I was awakened by my mom.
 She said I was going to the doctor.
 I had no energy,
 so to argue? No I didn’t bother.
 
 I sat on the cold metal table,
 as I awaited the news.
 A tall man came in.
 I knew what he had to say,
 was not to be refused.
 
 "You have diabetes."
 He told me 
 I felt the tears well up in my bright green eyes.
 And I asked him
 "Am I going to die?"
 "No but your life is going to change."
 All I heard was my heartbeat,
 I couldn't hear the rest of what he
 wanted to say.
 
 
 MARCH 11th, 2007
 
 I feel the prick against my tender skin.
 It's the 5th test I have done today.
 The screen shows a bad 265.
 What's next I hate so much that I 
 don't even want to say.
 I reach for the needle.
 Press it into my skin.
 My body drinks the insulin.
 I wonder if it will ever end.
 
 I have not adjusted to my 
 not-so-well-known disease. 
 I feel so out of place.
 Even in places where I once fit in.
 
 I try to deny it,
 but all I get is a higher sugar level.
 I finally decide I'm not letting it get me down.
 I know things will get better.
 
 
 MAY 17th, 2007
 
 Today I walk under the sun.
 With 500 other people,
 all our shirts saying
 "Diabetes you haven't won."
 
 Working for a cure,
 is what I am committed to.
 I encourage everyone to do the same.
 They may be helping a teenage child,
 who could claim the helplessness
 I once felt.

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