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I’ll never forget that day. The phone rings to say, Nicole you need to check yourself into the hospital dear, your blood sugar is at 1500. My response, “well I’ll see you tomorrow”. It 5pm and if my sugar is that high, you all should have called my hours ago to have me admitted.
That was 1st introduction to diabetes, just 2 weeks before my 30th birthday.
Happy fucking Birthday to me. Could I be so lucky? Heck NO!
I pack up my stuff and left work. I was a catering manager for the Aquarium in NOLA (New Orleans). I moved there just after the 9/11 when the hotel industry tanked. Shit I was determined not to let this ruin the rest of my day. Can you smell it, the sweet smell of beignets and coffee filling the air as I leave work, get my car and make my way home to Metairie. Man I could go for some right now, but I have to so the responsible thing and tell my mother I am now diabetic, as. try and wrap this around in my mind.
I have a flood of emotions, scared, pissed, pessimistic, optimistic and why did this happen to me. There is no evidence or a trace of diabetes in my family. How in the hell did I get this and how do I get rid of it… Well I was sure in for a rude awakening…..