The Big Scare

So on Monday everything was fine until the evening. I hadn't been feeling well and didn't have much supper. I had gotten sick and told Aaron who then tested my blood sugar. His meter reads up to 500. We kept getting the message "hi." He then gave me the option of going to the ER that night or the next morning. I told him let's go that night because I didn't want to miss school, thinking I had some bug that was probably going around. Well after a bunch of tests, I found out that I have...diabetes. My sugar level that night was 753. That's deathly high. The doctor admitted me to the hospital until my sugar levels are lower. I have been poked and prodded, given vials of blood, or as I say, donated to my local mosquito. You name it. So ends my 2nd day here at the hospital.