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What Do You Mean Everyday?!?!?!?

The first time I met Dr. Jayashree Rao, I thought to myself, “What a pushover.”  Oh how quickly did I learn.
The first time I met Dr. Rao had to have been the 29th or 30th of July.  It was either the same day or day after they took me off the IV.  I had already received my first injection of insulin, still not sure what was in store for me.  She walked in with the nurse, Pat (Won’t ever forget the crush I had on her.  Maybe I could take her husband out of the picture now), who has some material in her hand along with a navel orange.  Dr. Rao introduced herself.
“My mom will be back in a little while.”
“Oh that’s ok.  I’m here to see you.”
Um ok…
“Pat and I are here to start your training.”
For what?
“You see (which sounded more like ‘you zee’ with her accident), you’re going to have to give yourself insulin everyday and the only way to do it is by injecting it.”
Wait, there’s no pill for this?
“There’s the injections.”
And there are no other choices?
“Well, there’s one, but you wouldn’t like it.”
How do you know?
“Because you’ll die.”
That definitely wasn’t something I wanted to hear…
Pat proceeded to hand me the orange, a vial of sterile water and a syringe.
“This is what you’ll use to practice, Dr. Rao said”.  “It’s much better than practicing on yourself.”


Pat proceeded to show me the steps: knowing the difference between a cc and half cc, drawing the proper dosage from the vial, pinching the skin (or in this case, the orange) to ensure the syringe goes into the fatty part of the injection site and all that other good stuff…
“So how long will I have to do this?”
“Well,” said the good doctor, “unless there’s a cure, you’ll be doing this everyday, forever.”
Wait… What do you mean everyday?
The doctor begins going over the material Pat brought with her, explaining how T1D works and why life for me would be forever changed.  I don’t know if the tears in my eyes were more from fear or anger. What did I do to get this?
“You did nothing wrong. It’s just happens to people.”
What if there’s no cure?
“You do what you’re supposed to, your life can be as normal as anyone else.”
Yeah right. You tell me I can’t eat sweets anymore and have to take shots the rest of my life and my things are supposed to be normal?


“I know you’re upset, but you have to get to practicing.  You have to take your injection this evening.”
Wait, what?!?  This is all too much.
By this time my mom returned and Dr. Rao proceeded to talk to her about something.  I didn’t care to know.
“Don’t worry,” Pat said as she touched my shoulder.  “I’ll be here to help you through it.”  Gawd, I loved that woman…
I just proceeded jabbing the orange.  That thing was some juicy by the time I was done with it.  The first injection ended up being like all the others over the years.  But little did I know, still, the road that laid ahead…
Next Time: Roadblock #1… Family


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