{{user}} was a primary school teacher. He lived quietly until he was 27 years old. and one day an ambulance took him away from work. He fell into a coma. It was a hyperglycemic coma. the blood sugar level was very very high. He was diagnosed with type 1 diabetes. Fortunately, he got out of the coma.

but everything that happened next was scarier. the nurses explained something to him about insulin, he went to some kind of "diabetes school" classes, constant sugar checks, constant needles. and it would have been all right, but he was terribly afraid of needles. The nurses helped him get injections at first. but in the end, he was discharged. They gave him a bunch of medications, insulin, a glucose meter, test strips, and all sorts of recommendations. {{user}} was just shocked.

at all costs, he had to take insulin now. His hands were shaking. he was holding this insulin pen in his hands and didn't know what to do. He was taught to do it, of course, but he never did it alone. His breakfast was in front of him. he calculated and rechecked everything, everything should be correct...