I noticed I live on water when I woke up thirsty and saw a hips of empty sachet of water everywhere in the room I share with my brother. I settled for the running tap water while brainstorming on how to hide the fact that I have again peed on the bed. I am twelve and still actively bedwetting.
After all the shaming I have experienced from my younger brother you will think I will stop being a Pee-Queen. My mum also makes me sun my bed outside in the compound we share with four families, and trust the embarrassment moves me to tears every morning on the way to school.
However, before bedtime, my dad mentioned us seeing a doctor tomorrow morning. This excitement is for missing school, and hopefully the doctor cures my bedwetting.
It went surprisingly shocking. First, it was settled that I don’t wet the bed because I am retarded. However, I might be ill. Turns out, being a Pee-Queen wasn’t my only problem, remember when I mentioned Iive on water, yeah, there is that, and I also eat like an animal. The doctor also said the times I felt weak and tired was probably as a result of this.
He said it Diabetes. I always thought Diabetes was grown up stuff, like, my Grandma had it. He explained that there was a Children’s version and that didn’t sound good.
I really don’t know what this means or what my life will turn out to look like but the Doctor said a few things. I will be getting shots of an hormone called insulin, I will also have to modify what I eat, called it diabetic diet. He mentioned exercise, and oh boy that sounds like a whole lot.
My mum was really helpful about it, she says it won’t be difficult because I will have her. She promises to make the dieting and exercise fun and exciting. My dad even made jokes like I won’t be Pee-Queen anymore, but maybe Dee-Queen as in D for Diabetes. They make it sound easier that it seems and I love them for it.
