Hey there, I'm...well, you can call me Nina, although that's nowhere near my real name, it'll do. I'm nineteen, almost twenty, and I've had diabeties for...um, since I was fourteen, so nearly six years now, which sucks. It's Type One, if that's the one where you have to inject at least twice a day and eat carbs to stop yourself from dying. I'm still skinny...I suppose. I've got a bunch of other psychological and behavioural probelms, too, but I'm not gonna go into that here.
Long and short, I'm a person who doesn't like having to stick needles into her skin twice a day, never mind the fourshots they keep trying to put her on, and has a deep and lasting dislike for this condition which will stay for all of her life. Is also pretty straight-forward, blunt and lacking in tact, so if I'm ever accidently rude please point it out so I can learn from my mistakes.
Ummm...anything else?
Long and short, I'm a person who doesn't like having to stick needles into her skin twice a day, never mind the fourshots they keep trying to put her on, and has a deep and lasting dislike for this condition which will stay for all of her life. Is also pretty straight-forward, blunt and lacking in tact, so if I'm ever accidently rude please point it out so I can learn from my mistakes.
Ummm...anything else?