There’s not much that I remember about the day I got diabetes. I don’t remember the day or even the month. I know that it was either June or July. I vaguely remember a trip to the doctor’s office. Him being told about my lack of appetite, my extreme dehydration to where I was drinking a gallon of milk a day, and the vomiting that occurred almost as often as I ate. I remember my father having to take me to a hospital (which just happened to be a stop on my way to my final location, another hospital, at which I’d arrive via ambulance).
What I remember clearly though, was when I was in the ER at the first hospital. I was lying in the bed really not aware of what was going on all around me except for the tv that was caddy corner from me hanging from the wall in a corner. On that tv was The Incredible Hulk.
He was angry and running a hill. That’s what I think of everytime I see an image of The Incredible Hulk. That’s what I thought of when I went to the theatre to watch IronMan and there was an 8ft tall statue of The Incredible Hulk. That’s what I thought of when the preview for The Incredible Hulk was playing.
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