Dear Diary, I have decided to write about my childhood and how sucky it was, so yeah. When I was 4 years old I had a stomach ache so my mother May decided to take me to the hospital, when we got there my mom signed the paper and we waited for the nurse to call my name, about 15 minutes later the nurse called my name, when we walked into the room the nurse checked all of my vital signs and told me that the would be here shortly, 7 minutes later a blonde haired, blue eyed woman came in a said her name was Dr. Gladstone and my mom told her all my symptoms and the doctor decided to give me a blood test, I didn't know what it was so it didn't scare me until I saw the needle go in my vein, right when I saw it I started screaming "Mommy it hurts!!!!!" the doctor then sent it to the lab and told us to wait for the results, then after waiting for the results the doctor told my mom the results and she started crying, I wondered why is my mom crying? is she ok? the diagnosis was Type 1 Diabetes which my mom has so that's why she started to cry, then my mom told me that I had to take insulin shots and test my blood sugar and I started to cry saying "But shots hurt Mommy!!!!!!" that day I was poked for the first time and it hurt so bad but I had to take them, after that I had to take 2 shots a day and poke myself 20 to 40 times a day. When I was 5 I was diagnosed with a heart disease and kidney disease and had to have dialysis 3 times a week and it made me sick so bad, then at 6 years old I was in and out of the hospital and one day my mom thought I was going to die cause I was so sick, I said to her "Mommy just let me die", and she told me "it's ok to let go," right after she said that I fell a sleep and she thought I died, then a few hours later my mom got a call from the doctor saying that I wanted to talk to my mom cause I was crying and she was so relieved to find out that I was ok instead of being dead so yeah. My mom's name is May and she is a doctor too and my dad's name is Jacob and he is a Paramedic and I thought that was the most coolest job ever and I wanted to be like my dad one day, also I have 3 older sisters named Winter, Lauren and Scarlett, Winter is a blonde haired, blue eyed girl who was a gymnast and whenever she did cartwheels, handstands or anything else it would make me so happy, Lauren is a laid back reddish-blonde haired, green eyed girl now brown who was the musician in the family and her favorite color was purple, IT WAS ALWAYS PURPLE!!!!!!! and Scarlett is a dark brown, brown eyed girl who was the rebel in the family and who was "evil" and probably wished that I would have died in the womb but she was ok for the most part. Also when I was a kid I would self-harm by scratching myself until I bled and bite myself and also I would rip out my IV' s, and almost every single day the doctors and nurses would have to restrain my arms and bandage me up. When I was 10 years old I was finally was able to stay at my parents unless I got really sick and had to be hospitalized, also I was a "rebel" and I would sneak out of my room at night just to make my mom mad, but one night I did get to sleep in my sister Winter's bed until I got kicked out because I annoyed the crap out of her, so yeah that was my childhood, on the next page I'll be talking about my teenage years what were far more terrible then my childhood so yeah.
ESTÁS LEYENDO
The Diary of Preston Sanders
Historia CortaThis is the diary of Preston Sanders. WARNING CONTAINS SELF-HARM AND TOUCHY SUBJECTS, ALSO ALL THE CHARACTERS ARE FICTION EXCEPT FOR GOD BECAUSE GOD IS REAL.
