Hello everyone, I'm Lexie, and I'm in Colorado. About two weeks ago, I was officially diagnosed with Juvenile Diabetes (Type 1). It really came out of no where, and threw me for a loop. Especially when I was put in the Pediatric ICU for DKA. It had honestly just started with a cold, since it was flu season. But then at school, I couldn't walk across the hall without getting tired. And the heavy breathing started. We had gone to my doctor, thinking it was an upper respiratory thing. Which I have been known to have. Soo...The doctor gave me Prednisone! (Steroids!) On my last day of school, I ended up going home half an hour early (after yearbook signings...I only went because of that. Everyone told me to go home.) And we had ended up going to the ER later that night. The doctors there didn't do any blood, or urine. Which we now know would have caught it. Instead, they tried to tell me I had a pulled chest muscle! The next day, I'm like...about to die, y'know? Every breath was a full inhale, and a full exhale. And it STILL didn't feel like enough air was getting inside my body. My mom, thankfully, demanded blood work. If she hadn't, they wouldn't have done it. Because our ER sucks major crud. I'm tired as all heck, and really only know what happens next because my mom retold the story: They waited another hour to draw blood, and then it took another like...20 minutes before that came back. The nurse had gone running in, to get blood gases. My mom asked why he was so frantic, and my blood sugar was at 394. My breath was also sweet. My mom overheard the doctors outside the room debating whether or not to take me to the hospital by helicopter, or by ambulance. Ended up being ambulance, and by the time I arrived I was unresponsive. My mom got me to respond finally, which is good. Because if I hadn't, they wouldn't have been able to treat me. Because apparently with Ketoacidosis, from ages 8-16, there's a large chance of brain swelling. So by the time they treated that (if they did), my organs would've been in failure. So, my diagnosis hasn't been a particularly happy one, but my family and I are finally getting into routine, and getting things back to normal. It's really just hit me that I'm diabetic, so I've been rather emotional as of late. But I'm feeling great. My friends ended up throwing me a "Glad you aren't dead party", and brought diet rootbeer. Bless their hearts. So, as a complete newbie (well, not completely. Grannie dearest is diabetic), is there any advice you guys could give me?