Personal Narrative Essay About Diabetes

“You can’t eat that, it has sugar in it.” “Does that hurt?” “Is that the good or bad type of diabetes?” Listening to ignorant people talk about diabetes has to be the worst part about the disease, besides getting strange looks from people as you pull out your insulin and pretend its heroine. From hearing stories about someone’s great grandpa losing a foot due to diabetes and miraculously they’re an expert on the subject, or if one blood sugar isn’t in range, you’ll lose your liver. You can’t blame them though for not knowing what it’s like to operate your own body when most people’s do it automatically.
Just when you think you’ve got control over the disease, you skyrocket at a certain part of the day. You make an adjustment here and
Apparently everyone has some sort of story relating to diabetes or nothing is out of the ordinary and is treated like any other obstacle in life. I can’t simply “get over” my disease. While I would very much enjoy never having to prick my finger or stab myself again, I have to deal with the cards dealt to me. I am stuck with diabetes for life. My pancreas will not wake up from a coma and start working again. I am insulin dependent for life. I also cannot be treated like every other small minded student in the high school. My body does not work the same as theirs and some teachers can’t get that through their thick skulls. I can use the bathroom or get a drink anytime I want as we talked about in my many 504 meetings. If I have a low, you will realize because I will either 1) act like I’m totally drunk or 2) be a pale, lifeless, and/or pissed off mold of a person. I’ll probably need assistance to the office at this point to shove a juice box down my throat. I’ve only had problems with my, now resigned, music instructor, whom I thought would be the most understanding of all my teachers. Most of the time though, people and teachers are very understanding, but that’s only because they don’t know what’s going on and don’t want to deal with