Ryllar's diagnosis Story

The summer before Ryllar was diagnosed he was drinking ALOT of water. I would buy a 24 pack of water, and he would go through the whole pack within a couple of days. Obviously because he was drinking SO much water, he was peeing a lot. He even had a couple accidents while sleeping. I didn't think much of it with amount of water he was drinking of course he was bound to have accidents.

Then in September the whole family came down with.... you guessed it, COVID. He was taking more baths and the night before he was complaining his legs were hurting while jumping on the trampoline. He'd been jumping and again had COVID so body aches were to be expected. The day he was diagnosed, he was taking a bath and went to get out. His legs wouldn't work. He fell trying to get out of the bathtub. Then proceeded to tell he couldn't feel his legs. We made an appointment and rushed to the doctor. His legs started working again by the time we got there, though he still required help in order to stand and walk.

When we got there, they did a series of test and sent us home. Not long later, I got a phone call saying to pack an overnight bag because we needed to go the hospital, and we were probably going to be there awhile. The doctor was pretty sure he had type-one diabetes. His A1C was over 13. When we got there, they confirmed his diagnose. We were in the hospital for two more days to get his numbers down to the 200s. It took a full day before his legs stopped tingling and bugging him.

When he was first diagnosed, we were told that, basically because his numbers were SO high for so long. That he needed to be brought down gradually. Otherwise, more complications, such as brain bleeds or aneurysms could occur. Obviously, I'm not a doctor so I don't know if that's true and I've never looked it up, but I took their word for it.

Once released we were given about an hour of training with our nurse partitioner, and another hour with a dietitian. About 2 hours of training all together, after first being diagnosed. Then we were thrust into the world to basically sink or swim.

One-week Ryllar was running around being a normal kid who could do almost anything he wanted and the next he can't even drink a glass of milk without having to take a shot. Couldn't wake up in the morning or go to sleep at night without having to prink his finger to check his blood sugar.

He doesn't have a choice. We don't have a choice in this. It's what needs to happen to keep him alive. We aren't looking for a pity-party. Please don't feel sorry for us. We are doing just fine. We are taking life day by day and making the best FUCKING BEST lemonade out of the never-ending lemons coming our way. We are just looking to spread some more awareness.

Ryllar a couple months before he was diagnosed.