I was 12 years old and coming up to 27 years in February 2016. I hated the world, hated my parents for taking me to hospital. I had severe DKA, lost half my bodyweight over 6 months, dire thirst, frequent urination, bed wetting, vomitting. I have vivid memories of throwing up in the school sink at lunchtime then in the afternoon desperate to get to the water fountain for a drink. DKA looking back on it, your body is in the process of dieing, I wouldn't wish it on anyone.
Oh yes I mentioned on the post Diabetes Birthday, the Frank Bruno Vs Tyson fight was on that night I was admitted in hospital on 25th Feb 1989.
I used to use syringes and draw insulin out of a bottle, then blood tests were on strips which you had to wait two minutes then check against a colour scale on the side of the tube.
Almost 3 decades on and i'm still alive and kicking.