Clarissa's Blog

OMG, OMG, OMG. 

I DON’T HAVE DIABETES, I DON’T HAVE DIABETES, I DON’T HAVE

I could finally get tested, and contrary to every expectation, my (very severe, second-time) gestational diabetes did not translate into permanent diabetes. You have no idea, people, how bad this gestational diabetes was. I was on sky-high doses of insulin, and it wasn’t even working. It’s a miracle that I’m back to normal after all that.

When I was placed on insulin, I was given a card to carry in my wallet. It said, 

If I act erratically, that’s not because I’m drunk. It’s because I’m a diabetic. Please give me some candy.

The candy, of course, is a way to prevent a hypoglycemic coma. It’s a very powerful feeling to be able to remove the card from the wallet, finally.

P.S. I was going to post the good news on Facebook but then changed my mind because the information feels too private for Facebook.