Diabetes (Misc)

Something I am really scared of is becoming a diabetic. It seems to run in my family. My mom grew up with seven other brothers and sisters. With the total of eight kids, my grandparents had five girls and three boys. Two of the girls, Angie the sixth child, and Jill the seventh and the last girl, both have diabetes. Not only do they have diabetes but my Grandpa Phil does as well. My Aunt Angie know when she is going to have a reaction because her left leg starts to tingle and go numb. She is very aware of what will happen when she eats certain foods and always checks to regulate her blood sugar. She pricks her finger alllll the time! It is really interesting actually. My Aunt Jill on the other hand is not quite as cautious. She rarely ever checks her blood sugar. Like EVER. And she has two kids, which makes it very dangerous. She has been in countless car accidents because she has had reactions behind the wheel. I used to babysit her kids for a few summer and I have witnessed her have reactions. It is extremely scary. I remember there was one time she was taking me home because I couldn’t drive at the point in time and she started to have a reaction. She kept swerving left of center and seemed very lethargic. I asked her what was wrong and she mumbled reassurances. So then I decided to do what my mom always told me to do. I found some peanut butter crackers in the counsel and said to her, “Jill, I’m full and I can’t finish these. Will you eat them for me?” She ate one cracker and realized we were lost. It took just one cracker to save us. SCARY!