My Diaversary!
Diabetics call the anniversary of their diagnosis date their "Diaversary". For me, I don't count my original diagnosis date, summer of 1999 when I was told I was Type 2, as my Diaversary. Rather, mine is when I was almost a month away from my 36th birthday, woke up in the ICU at Lehigh Valley Hospital-Muhlenberg, found out I was actually Type 1, not Type 2, and would be on insulin for the rest of my life, and had to make a serious decision to start taking care of myself in order to live. Sunday, Jan 20th, 2008, I was taken by ambulance to the ER, suffering from diabetic ketoacidosis and the complications that went along with uncontrolled diabetes. Admittedly, I had not been taking care of myself for about eight years prior to that date. But either way I was going to get sick at some point. I was not aware that I was actually Type 1, not Type 2 as I had been diagnosed in 1999. Anyway, after four days in ICU, I was transferred to the fifth floor -- "5T". I was so ...