Craig Idlebrook who is the editor at Insulin Nation has been asking on their Facebook page for stories from children/parents about their diabetic camping experiences. I gave Craig a brief description of my Camp Banting experience (and I actually had blogged abit here at Diabetes1.org a few years ago).
Though boy oh boy could I tell him a lot more – e.g. sleeping with my first “boyfriend” on a sandy mosquito infested beach at the young age of 10. Oppsie – my parents will now know I was being a naughty girl then. He’s also asked for pictures but cameras weren’t cheap in those days like they are today. I said I’d look Monday when I was off work for the pictures just incase but of course, what did I do?!?
I opened up Pandora’s box (aka my memory box) on my afternoon break (I work from home). I have yet to come across any camp pictures (cameras like today weren’t readily available – and not cheap for destructive kids like me to own). I did though come across disintegrating scrap books, pictures of friends that I could use as blackmail … KIDDING … sort of. I haven’t gone thru’ this stuff in 30+ years. Memory floods are hitting me – but luckily – not many revolve around diabetes – but I did come across something in my careful rummaging around.
I came across a letter I that might interest a few of those parents – worried about their kids and DKA. I survived it luckily without any ill effects (sometimes brain loss can occur). I was 13 years old when I wrote this back in the 1974, and had been diabetic for 7 years already.
What you will find below is EXACTLY how I wrote it out … in pencil (fast fading – and reason for my typing this out here) … obviously the word “unconscious” was something I didn’t know how to spell
I’m in the hospital because I had a very bad coma. I came to the hospital at about 3:00. During Monday I had been very sick and vomiting. I had a plastic tube stuck up my left hand for about three days. Luckily, when I came to Emergency I was uncon while they were putting the wires into me. It really hurts getting them into you because last night a nurse had to put it in my hand, but right this time. She jabbed me with a 3 or 4 inch plastic needle but it did’nt work. After two other attempts she put it in the same spot as in the other hand. But it did’nt stay in that long. My left hand is all swollen. It am staying here til I don’t know when. But I thought I was leaving on Friday, but I think I may stay Saturday and Sunday because the dietician made my diet up for those days. The food is out of this world. My hair was in a mess this morning but a nurse helped get them out for me. The doctor said I just came in time. He said I’ve been having a coma, (really) for about 3 months
Yesterday was DIASTER day, “this was a rehearsal” a woman said on the intercom. Their were lots of ambulances and it was interesting. It’s all because of the bridge they were building near Vincent Massey Park, a lot of workmen were killed or injured for the rest of there lives’. So if something happens like this again all the people in the Maternity ward go over to the Nurses’ Apartments, and the injured go to Maternity. I’m going home today, that’s what Needle Nurse says. I can’t wait. I’m going to miss Mrs. Lachance a lot though. I really like her a lot.
Note from Anna of today – The doctor who took care of me? I feel in love with him – sadly my regular endo at the time … WAS NOT AMUSED by my going DKA. Mrs. Lachance was the lady next to me in my hospital room. Back in those days – we T1D youngsters were put into the ward for what I am now called … an Old Fart.