Four Leaf Clover

The First Adjusting

Now I just needed to stay in the hospital for a few days so that my condition could be monitored and I could learn how to be a proper diabetic. My mom and dad alternated staying the night with me, and whoever stayed slept right next to me on the couch. They were there the whole time, fighting that battle with me. I'm very blessed to have parents like that.
I didn't get much sleep during that hospital visit. I was woken up at ungodly hours of the night, often 3a.m., to bright fluorescent lights and a nice nurse staring down at me. "I need to test your blood sugar." I got so used to those words.
The first time I was tested, I think I cried. I got used to it pretty quickly after about five or six finger pokes a day. I usually just flung my hand out at the nurse, let her stab me, and then fell back asleep.
I did insist on putting bandages on every finger, though. All ten of my fingers were bandaged before I was finally told to take some off so that I had a free finger to be tested with.
While I was recovering and keeping my condition stable, my parents were busy learning how to take care of me once I was released from the hospital.
They attended multiple classes daily, and would come back to my room to practice injecting insulin into oranges. That was definitely something that made me laugh.
I had a few visitors, including my aunt who brought me plenty of stuffed animals to keep me company. My neighbor came by and dropped off some cards that my classmates and teachers from school had sent. They were all very worried about me, which was heart-warming. My teacher had also taken the time to read books to my class about diabetes and educate them, so that they'd be in the know by the time I got back.