studio85 on Nostr: I’m a type 1 diabetic. I require insulin to live, multiple times a day. When I was ...
I’m a type 1 diabetic. I require insulin to live, multiple times a day.
When I was in middle school, many years ago, we didn’t have insulin pumps and had to use syringes and vials like everyone else.
The school refused to let me carry it with me, meaning I had to go to the nurses office several times a day to inject. It’s not just before lunch but could be any number of times depending on the current blood sugar levels.
The district then cut nurse staff to just spending half a day at two schools, and the nurse left before I had lunch.
I asked the office staff to unlock the office so I could take my insulin and eat lunch. They refused.
By middle school, I’d been dealing with t1 for about 5 years, and didn’t take shit on the topic. I went to the school lobby, picked up the payphone (I just dated myself) and called 911, telling them, “Hi, I’m at (school), am type 1 diabetic and the office won’t unlock a door and let me take insulin.”
They sent a fire truck, and a bunch of firemen met me outside and walked me to the office and asked, while ignoring the staff, which room was the nurses office. I pointed to the door and he was like, “Okay boys, chop it down, this kid needs his insulin!”
Suddenly, the office secretary could unlock the door and I didn’t need to put it in the nurses office every day anymore.
When I was in middle school, many years ago, we didn’t have insulin pumps and had to use syringes and vials like everyone else.
The school refused to let me carry it with me, meaning I had to go to the nurses office several times a day to inject. It’s not just before lunch but could be any number of times depending on the current blood sugar levels.
The district then cut nurse staff to just spending half a day at two schools, and the nurse left before I had lunch.
I asked the office staff to unlock the office so I could take my insulin and eat lunch. They refused.
By middle school, I’d been dealing with t1 for about 5 years, and didn’t take shit on the topic. I went to the school lobby, picked up the payphone (I just dated myself) and called 911, telling them, “Hi, I’m at (school), am type 1 diabetic and the office won’t unlock a door and let me take insulin.”
They sent a fire truck, and a bunch of firemen met me outside and walked me to the office and asked, while ignoring the staff, which room was the nurses office. I pointed to the door and he was like, “Okay boys, chop it down, this kid needs his insulin!”
Suddenly, the office secretary could unlock the door and I didn’t need to put it in the nurses office every day anymore.