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Until recently, I hadn’t had any major complications besides the sluggishness. One night, my brother and I made a late night Wal-mart run. As I drove there, I felt fine like any other day. We walked aisle to aisle grabbing random, unnecessary snacks and sweets and then found a place in line so we could pay. Laughing and acting up, I looked at my brother and he told me I had a funny look in my eyes. At that moment, I began to feel wrong. I could physically feel that something wasn’t right but I just didn’t know what it was. I began to get hot and my vision started to become blurry and fade away. I told my brother that we needed to leave, but I had to trust him to drive us back home, even though he didn’t have a license at the time. After that sentence, my memory is very dim. The next thing I remember I am lying in the middle of the aisle in Wal-mart not able to communicate in any way. “Sha, get up. What’s wrong with you?” I could hear my brother say through a worried and tear-jerked voice. I could hear him but I couldn’t speak. After that I completely don’t remember anything until the next day when I woke up at home in my bed. I was told I had passed out again and that my brother called my stepdad to come get us. He and another gentleman from the store helped to carry me to the car. From that day on, I have been overcome with the anxiety that it may happen again and I won’t be able to prevent it. And in reality, it very well may happen again. The only thing I can do to try to prevent it from happening is monitor my blood sugar with my glucose meter and keep candy available in case it gets low. It has now been over 7 years since I was diagnosed with type II diabetes, and I am no longer on medicine. I still feel sluggish from time to time, and have sore fingers from checking my blood sugar, I am healthy. While my situation isn’t near as bad or severe as others, I am one of the more than 220 million people in the world today living with Diabetes. |
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Renata Patton |
