Diabetes

I have diabetes.

This is a hard thing to say.

This is a hard thing to hear.

But I was a scientifically trained individual with some basic medical knowledge, and this was the conclusion that I had already come to deep down inside my own heart in the places that I had tried many times to tell myself didn't exist. But they did. I had been peeing a lot, drinking a lot, weight loss, even my eyesight had suddenly been striking me as worse than usual. The tell-tale signs of diabetes, as anyone who watches medical-dramas too much could tell you. I was peeing out sugar. That meant that I was way too high in the amount of sugar in my blood. Which was why I was so thirsty. This also meant that I must not be making insulin. Insulin is manufactured in the body automatically to respond to the level of glucose --- sugar --- in your blood and is vital in the processes that allow your body to utilize that sugar for energy and, in doing so, take it out of the blood. I had been this way for a while --- a month, I thought --- and the sweet taste meant that acids were building up. Sugar was not getting digested properly.

It's called ketoacidosis. It's hell.