Honeymoon

Much of my life after the diagnosis past without much noticeable symptoms. When I felt hungry, I ate, a lot. When I felt thirsty, I drank. When I felt sleepy, I slept. The clinics kept calling, I kept rejecting, until one day, the calls stopped.

“Good riddance!”

“I felt fine, why do I have to bother getting bad news after bad news? Always saying blood sugar is high, the looming of the insulin injections.” I thought. Chronic life long disease with a need for long term medication the doctors called it. Bah, I’m feeling OK and i am having none of that nonsense.

When I was serving NS, I did not have any medical appointments. I rarely fell sick and went to get MC for off days from duty. After all, I was a clerk and I did office hour shifts. Maybe I’m one of those weirdos who actually liked my NS experience.

On average, I drank a can of soft drink every meal. Wash the food down with a can of ice cold coke. It was damn. GOOD. That rush of carbon dioxide, that long burp after. I finished a can of coke in 3 mouthfuls.

Bubble tea, oh yes, we have bubble tea back then. Sugar level? Didn’t have a choice, it was always 100% with pearls. And how we love shooting the pearls onto the walls and ceiling like some primal tribe blowing darts. Poison darts. Favorite flavor was caramel.

In fact, I loved almost anything with caramel. Caramel macchiato, caramel latte, caramel WHATEVER! I could even have caramel NEAT.

Young at 20ish, feeling fine, feeling energetic, having that constant sugar rush and sugar high. I was high on sugar.