The Odd One Out

Ever since I was four years old, I have been battling health issues. I don't remember it, but I would pass out if I didn't eat, and I would wake up screaming in the middle of the night, half paralyzed and shaking so badly that I felt sick. When I first had what was discovered later to be an anxiety attack, I was only five and a half years old. I was sent home from kindergarten one day because I was shaking, sweating, and crying because my headaches were so fierce. For years after that, I was subject to tests.

After more than nine years of X-Rays, CAT scans, MRI's, blood tests, and ultrasounds, you would think that they would have figured it out by age twelve. But no, of course not; they're just not that smart. I went to the hospital almost weekly, often having as many as five IV's in my arms, six vials of blood taken every hour, oxygen masks that made me feel like I was suffocating even though that's what they were working against, and heart monitors of every shape and size. Almost ten years of that, and they finally found out what it was.

I remember the worst day, the day that they found out. I was running a two-mile distance challenge in PE in seventh grade, and suddenly started shaking. I hadn't eaten anything that day. I started sweating and feeling sick and dizzy and faint, and then I suddenly couldn't see. Everything was light grey, flashing black and white with alarming frequency. My friend, who is in the same condition, recognized her own familiar symptoms. I heard two words issuing from her mouth, "don't panic," before I passed out cold. I woke up in a hospital to my mother crying and telling me that I was hypoglycemic.

Naturally, I was very frightened, but with the help of my family and supportive friends, I have gotten through it. It's really not that hard once you get used to it, and it can be a great excuse to get away with eating crackers in class even when the rules say specifically that you can't.
MegaMonsterCheetahExplosion MegaMonsterCheetahExplosion
13-15, F
May 23, 2012