{"id":8957,"date":"2025-12-25T15:55:57","date_gmt":"2025-12-25T15:55:57","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/storieshub.xyz\/?p=8957"},"modified":"2025-12-25T15:55:57","modified_gmt":"2025-12-25T15:55:57","slug":"people-told-me-to-get-a-second-opinion-because-there-was-no-way-i-could-be-diabetic-i-wasnt-fat-enough-and-i-didnt-eat-enough-sugar-so-3","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/storieshub.xyz\/?p=8957","title":{"rendered":"\u2018People told me to get a second opinion because there was \u2018no way\u2019 I could be diabetic. I wasn\u2019t \u2018fat\u2019 enough and I didn\u2019t eat enough sugar, so the doctor HAD to be wrong.\u2019: Girl finds out she has Type 1 diabetes after years of feeling sick"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>\u201cI remember the first time I knew something was wrong. Like really wrong. I was sitting in the middle of my Physics 211 midterm during the spring semester of my freshman year of college. The exam was right in front of me but I couldn\u2019t see it. The words and numbers were as clear as day but I couldn\u2019t see it. My head was in such an extreme fog and I felt so nauseous I had to force myself not to pass out or throw up right then and there. I studied for weeks for that exam and had nothing to show for it except for a 19% as a grade therefore withdrawing myself from the class.<\/p>\n<p>Throughout the next few days I felt myself getting more and more sick. I was constantly thirsty. I was using the bathroom every half an hour and waking up 4 times throughout the night to go. My body was always craving sweets \u2013 orange juice, ice cream, Gatorade, you name it. I was tired and fatigued all the time. I woke up one day and everything was so blurry I couldn\u2019t even see my roommate sitting three feet across from me. I lost 10 pounds in 3 weeks. At first I contributed this all to my recovery from the flu a few weeks prior but as time went on, I knew it was more.<\/p>\n<p>One night I decided enough was enough. I didn\u2019t know what was wrong with my body, but I had to find out. What else to resort to than Google? Every single symptom I entered into the search bar lead me to my answer. Type One Diabetes. When I realized this, I immediately called my parents. \u2018No Lissie, that\u2019s just not possible. It doesn\u2019t run in our family and you\u2019re not overweight.\u2019<\/p>\n<p>It just didn\u2019t make sense. My research told me one thing, but the stigmas made by society on what diabetes looks like was telling me another. Well, if Google couldn\u2019t confirm my diagnosis then I guess it was time to call in the big guns. I called the overnight nurse at my local hospital. After telling them all my symptoms, they put me on hold. When they picked back up, their voice seemed urgent. \u2018Miss Poyner? Go to University Health Services as soon as they open in the morning. Don\u2019t wait for an appointment. Don\u2019t eat or drink anything for the rest of the night.\u2019<\/p>\n<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-8958\" src=\"http:\/\/storieshub.xyz\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/12\/LWM11-900x1126-1-240x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"240\" height=\"300\" srcset=\"https:\/\/storieshub.xyz\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/12\/LWM11-900x1126-1-240x300.jpg 240w, https:\/\/storieshub.xyz\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/12\/LWM11-900x1126-1-818x1024.jpg 818w, https:\/\/storieshub.xyz\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/12\/LWM11-900x1126-1-768x961.jpg 768w, https:\/\/storieshub.xyz\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/12\/LWM11-900x1126-1.jpg 900w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 240px) 100vw, 240px\" \/><\/p>\n<p>After a long night of no sleep I did just as they said. The nurses scurried me into a patient room, took my blood and had me pee in a cup. Then came the wait. Time seems to go so slow in the doctor\u2019s office and every possibility of what can be wrong seems to find its way to your imagination\u2026 Finally, the Physician Assistant came in the room. Her face was empathetic, which was the tell-all sign my life was about to change for good. \u2018Your lab work came back.. Your blood sugar was 438\u2019 (normal is roughly around 100) \u2018and you have ketones.. I think it\u2019s safe to say you have Type One Diabetes\u2019.<\/p>\n<p>Everything after that is pretty much a blur. She sent me home with instructions to eat very low carb until my appointment with an endocrinologist the next morning. The next thing I know I\u2019m in the room with a Diabetes Educator who is teaching me how to test my blood sugar and inject myself with a needle to give myself insulin. She explained I needed to do this every time I wanted to eat. She taught me about carb counting and the difference between long acting and rapid acting insulin. She said I should always carry around glucose tabs and I should never exercise unless my blood sugar was above 150. She said diabetes is a 24\/7 job but it\u2019s still possible to live a long and healthy life.. as long as I take care of myself and keep my sugars under control. I remember being overwhelmed and just thinking \u2018If I have to live like this.. I don\u2019t want to at all.\u2019<\/p>\n<p>The real battle happened after I left the doctor\u2019s office. I had people left and right trying to tell me how to \u2018cure\u2019 my diabetes. \u2018You let them give you insulin? That\u2019s like taking testosterone, your body only stops producing it once you take it!\u2019 \u2018Take out dairy and wheat from your diet and you won\u2019t have diabetes anymore!\u2019 \u2018You can\u2019t eat any carbs. Carbs make your diabetes worse.\u2019 I felt like I was being pulled in a million different directions. Some people told me to get a second opinion from a different doctor because there was no way I could be diabetic. I just wasn\u2019t \u2018fat\u2019 enough, I didn\u2019t eat enough sugar as a kid to be diabetic\u2026 I was a competitive gymnast as a child, so the doctor had to be wrong.<\/p>\n<p>When I went back for my follow up appointment a week later I expressed all my concerns. All my theories flooded out of my mouth like word vomit, hoping my doctor would have a revelation and see there was something she missed. Maybe something I would say would spark a memory and I was healthy all along! Instead she just looked puzzled and told me unfortunately that\u2019s not how Type One works. The reality is when I had the flu my immune system attacked itself rather than the virus leaving me with beta cells that no longer produce insulin. That\u2019s when all my hope of a misdiagnosis diminished, and it was the first time I cried over my diagnosis because now it was real.<\/p>\n<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-8959\" src=\"http:\/\/storieshub.xyz\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/12\/LWM-5ccc5a040994c-900x1200-1-225x300.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"225\" height=\"300\" srcset=\"https:\/\/storieshub.xyz\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/12\/LWM-5ccc5a040994c-900x1200-1-225x300.jpg 225w, https:\/\/storieshub.xyz\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/12\/LWM-5ccc5a040994c-900x1200-1-768x1024.jpg 768w, https:\/\/storieshub.xyz\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/12\/LWM-5ccc5a040994c-900x1200-1.jpg 900w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 225px) 100vw, 225px\" \/><\/p>\n<p>It felt hard to believe back then but life continued to move forward. My endocrinologist suggested I take the rest of the semester off but instead I stuck it out and passed all my classes. My A1C (your average blood sugar for the past three months) went from a 10.8% to a 6.2%. I traveled to Curacao and Costa Rica for research studies. I lead a team every year in the annual JDRF walks. I found the Penn State chapter of the College Diabetes Network. I volunteered at a kids diabetes camp as a counselor. I graduated college in engineering with a job lined up before the ceremony.<\/p>\n<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-8960\" src=\"http:\/\/storieshub.xyz\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/12\/LWM2-860x645-1-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" srcset=\"https:\/\/storieshub.xyz\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/12\/LWM2-860x645-1-300x225.jpg 300w, https:\/\/storieshub.xyz\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/12\/LWM2-860x645-1-768x576.jpg 768w, https:\/\/storieshub.xyz\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/12\/LWM2-860x645-1-800x600.jpg 800w, https:\/\/storieshub.xyz\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/12\/LWM2-860x645-1.jpg 860w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 300px) 100vw, 300px\" \/><\/p>\n<p>Diabetes is no longer a scary part of my life. Instead it has become something I love to advocate for and educate others about. It\u2019s such an integral part of my life and I can honestly say I don\u2019t know who I would be without it. Don\u2019t get me wrong, diabetes is a horrible disease and it takes so much out of us \u2013 mentally and physically \u2013 every single day. But in the end it turned me into a stronger person, and for that I am thankful.\u201d<\/p>\n<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-8961\" src=\"http:\/\/storieshub.xyz\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/12\/LWM9-900x600-1-300x200.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"200\" srcset=\"https:\/\/storieshub.xyz\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/12\/LWM9-900x600-1-300x200.jpg 300w, https:\/\/storieshub.xyz\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/12\/LWM9-900x600-1-768x512.jpg 768w, https:\/\/storieshub.xyz\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/12\/LWM9-900x600-1.jpg 900w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 300px) 100vw, 300px\" \/><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>\u201cI remember the first time I knew something was wrong. Like really wrong. 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