God... I think I'm starting to realize that my doctor was a saint. I remember that she always had problems because she kept newly diagnosed diabetics in the hospital for so long. I also remember that when we ate, she looked at us sternly and forced us to eat another piece of bread if we didn't finish the meal, she took away my food if she found it in my nightstand and she really wasn't too lazy to teach me to count (not only carbs, but counting in principle). She taught me how to count carbs correctly in order to eat sweets and fast food and told (showed) complications. I remember that she said that I could eat whatever I wanted if I learned how to dose insulin correctly and if I counted the dose for a yummy treat correctly, she allowed me to eat it. Oh my God, I really thought that's what doctors do to all newly diagnosed diabetics everywhere. What a pity that she died and I can't thank her!