They Say I Could Have Died
Where: 39 Hemlock rd. , 06451 Meriden (United States). When: on 04-12-2010.
Written at 04-12-2010 by Chris Boyd
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They said I could have died. They said two days later if I hadn't gone to them, I'd have come to them in a coma. Three days later, I would have come to them dead. My name is Chris Boyd. That day was the most pivotal day in my life.
I had been sick for months. They said since December. I didn't feel sick. I had been sick so long sick felt normal. I saw the pattern and the math they were doing. Their grim prediction of me dying three days later was scarily optimistic. I would like to blame myself. I should have felt worse and sought help. I could never blame myself or anyone though. This was not a victimless crime. It was a crime without a commiter.
On June 3, 2005, I was diagnosed with type 1 diabetes. They told me this was the hereditary kind. This was something that was going to happen not something I could bring upon me. On June 4, I was released from the hospital. On June 5, we found no hereditary connection. Both sides of my family had no trace of a cause for my new illness. It just sort of happened.
I had to spend a night at the hospital. I was immediately hooked up to an IV which stayed there for 36 hours. Every hour while I was there they needed to check me, more specifically my blood sugar. Needless to say I couldn't sleep. While I tried to they needed to tape a block of wood to my arm. This was supposed to keep the IV flowing. What sophisticated technology. It wasn't all bad. The food was nowhere close to as bad as people say it is. The nurses were nice too. My favorite was Amy. She reminded me of my aunt who shares the same name. When I got home it was almost business as usual. I felt fine. I was normal. Just with a new definition of normal.
The number one question I was asked when I returned to school was “Is it contagious?” I would always say no and leave it at that. What I wanted to say was “No, and I'm doing fine thanks for asking.” Obviously it took more getting used to for me than for them. In reality it was no real concern for anyone but me. This is why I had to go to training. You know somethings big when you need eight hours of training. This was just that. A big thing. As such, it takes some time to gain control and for awhile your just along for the ride.
Life is like this. It's you. Your driving along and yes, your in the driver's seat. However, you can't always have control. It is like cruise control. Some things are just going to happen. You can try to swerve, but you're not going to miss everything forever. Think of the old bumper-sticker. It does happen. Things will happen that you can't and never will be able to control. That doesn't mean we can just sit back through life either. Even with cruise control you still have to steer. You can't control what will happen but you can control what you do with it. It's up to the individual to choose what they want to do with what they're given. Personally, I am still alive so I cannot be doing that bad.
I had been sick for months. They said since December. I didn't feel sick. I had been sick so long sick felt normal. I saw the pattern and the math they were doing. Their grim prediction of me dying three days later was scarily optimistic. I would like to blame myself. I should have felt worse and sought help. I could never blame myself or anyone though. This was not a victimless crime. It was a crime without a commiter.
On June 3, 2005, I was diagnosed with type 1 diabetes. They told me this was the hereditary kind. This was something that was going to happen not something I could bring upon me. On June 4, I was released from the hospital. On June 5, we found no hereditary connection. Both sides of my family had no trace of a cause for my new illness. It just sort of happened.
I had to spend a night at the hospital. I was immediately hooked up to an IV which stayed there for 36 hours. Every hour while I was there they needed to check me, more specifically my blood sugar. Needless to say I couldn't sleep. While I tried to they needed to tape a block of wood to my arm. This was supposed to keep the IV flowing. What sophisticated technology. It wasn't all bad. The food was nowhere close to as bad as people say it is. The nurses were nice too. My favorite was Amy. She reminded me of my aunt who shares the same name. When I got home it was almost business as usual. I felt fine. I was normal. Just with a new definition of normal.
The number one question I was asked when I returned to school was “Is it contagious?” I would always say no and leave it at that. What I wanted to say was “No, and I'm doing fine thanks for asking.” Obviously it took more getting used to for me than for them. In reality it was no real concern for anyone but me. This is why I had to go to training. You know somethings big when you need eight hours of training. This was just that. A big thing. As such, it takes some time to gain control and for awhile your just along for the ride.
Life is like this. It's you. Your driving along and yes, your in the driver's seat. However, you can't always have control. It is like cruise control. Some things are just going to happen. You can try to swerve, but you're not going to miss everything forever. Think of the old bumper-sticker. It does happen. Things will happen that you can't and never will be able to control. That doesn't mean we can just sit back through life either. Even with cruise control you still have to steer. You can't control what will happen but you can control what you do with it. It's up to the individual to choose what they want to do with what they're given. Personally, I am still alive so I cannot be doing that bad.