The Baby-Sitters Club belongs to Ann M. Martin.
*note- This story is dedicated to my family and friends who are diabetics, so don't think I'm adding diabetes because of Stacey*
I was at the studios where I go to with Cam Geary five days a week from three to five pm. I was waiting for my turn to record my tracks.
"Excuse me, I'm just going to get a drink of water," I said.
"Again?" asked our manager, Jennifer Vega.
"I'm just thirsty, that's all," I said. "I was like that at school, too."
I went to get a bottle of water. In fact, it was my second one today since I got there.
I'm Mary Anne Spier and I'm 15 years old. I attend Stoneybrook High School for tenth grade. I was drinking water all day during the school day and my teachers didn't like that too much- especially during class. The English teacher was the only one who was letting me doing that. She was quite concerned about me when she noticed I left the class three times at the end of the school day. She alerted the other teachers in case I do it again tomorrow.
When Jennifer realized I did that three to four times, she said I could take a break from the studios for today just in case I get like that when I record songs.
"I can try recording. May I bring the bottle of water in case I get like that after I sing?" I asked.
"Sure, just be careful not to spill anything," replied Jennifer.
Somehow, I did just fine. I did got thirsty and drank more water in between before I start each track.
"I'm surprised you let her to do her tracks when she's like that," said Cam.
"She didn't want to take a break," said Jennifer. "I gave her permission to bring the bottle of water inside as long as she's careful not to spill on anything."
"I'm getting concerned about that," said Cam.
"I am, too," said Jennifer.
After I did my track, Jennifer said, "Why don't we finish your tracks another time?"
"Okay, that sounds like a good idea," I agreed.
At dinner, I didn't want anything at all because I was getting a headache.
"Are you okay? Don't you want anything to eat?" asked Cam.
"I'm getting a headache," I replied.
"Oh," said Cam.
It went away when I ate a sandwich. At home, I was on the couch when Dad and Sharon came home from work. Meredith told Dad about what was happening at school.
"I know. Her English teacher called to tell me. I wonder how she made it out at the studios," said Dad.
"I'm not sure. She's in the living room," said Meredith.
"Cam told me that she kept getting a few bottles of water. He and Jennifer are getting concerned about Mary Anne. That didn't let it stop her from recording her tracks though, but Jennifer suggested she can finish her solo parts another time," said Dawn. "And, she developed a headache afterwards."
"I'll go see her," said Dad as he came in and noticed I was asleep. "She must be tired."
"You should call her doctor to tell him about this," said Sharon.
"I did and he said she can go see him tomorrow before school," said Dad. "I have a meeting, so she can go on her own."
"Okay," said Sharon.
Later, I was starting to get a headache again. Dad already told me I was going to see Dr. Wellington tomorrow before going to school. Oh, good. I was told I was going alone since he's got a meeting.
The next day, I went to see Dr. Wellington.
"Your father was telling me you kept getting water during school," said Dr. Wellington.
"Yes, I was still like that at the studios," I said. "I also got a headache. I'm also tired. I fell asleep yesterday at home when I came back from the studios."
"Do you mind if I check your blood sugar?" asked Dr. Wellington.
"Sure," I replied getting worried on what he was going to say.
Sure enough, when he told me I got diabetes, I was shocked and started crying.
"How could I have diabetes? I'm not overweight," I said.
"That's Type 2 Diabetes, your type is different. Being tired, thirsty, and a headache are the signs of diabetes. Your blood sugar was over 200 mg/dl," said Dr. Wellington.
That got me terrified. He gave me a prescription of insulin. I was going to use Analog. He gave me advice how to handle my diabetes. That made me feel comfortable.
I ordered it before I left. I was glad I found out what was wrong with me. I picked up everything I needed. At school, I was scared and nervous. At lunch, I told the lunchlady about my diabetes. She was cool about it. She has diabetes, too. I didn't tell my friends anything about my diabetes. I decided to tell them during the meeting today.
After school, I was told Cam caught a cold late last night and there would be no studios until his cold goes away. At home, I was in my room doing homework when Dad, who got out of the meeting early, knocked on my door as he came in. Dawn was baby-sitting until five.
"How did it go at the doctor's? Did you found out what the problem was?" asked Dad.
I nodded and said, "I was told I have diabetes. I was shocked. My blood sugar was over 200 mg/dl."
"Oh," said Dad squeezing my shoulder.
"I'm nervous about this," I said.
"I promise you'd do just fine," said Dad. "I'll be happy to help if you need me."
"Okay, great, thanks," I said.
Thank goodness for that.
"Luckily, the doctor gave me advice how to handle my diabetes so I can be more comfortable to have it," I said.
"That's a good thing," said Dad.
"I didn't tell anyone yet, I was planning to do so at the meeting so all the girls can be involved so they'd know what's going on if something goes wrong," I said.