The world around you was spinning a little too fast. The world shouldn’t be spinning at all, frankly. You’d been feeling nauseous throughout the day but just pushed it off because it was a particularly warm day in Wicklow.

When you were younger, you were diagnosed with type 1 diabetes. Which made your parents want to keep an extra eye on you. They hardly let you go out anywhere without your insulin kit practically fused to your body. Even if you were leaving for just five minutes.

So, once you got older, you gave yourself more freedom, but you did heed the warnings and were careful when leaving anywhere, taking your insulin kit with you anywhere you went, but you gave yourself more freedom.

When you met your now husband, Andrew, he learned quickly that you were diabetic and he was careful with you just like your parents were. You wanted to be in depended and not rely on anyone for anything medical related. You’ve known how to take care of yourself for a long time. So you laid down the fact that you knew how to take care of yourself and be independent.

But Andrew, seemed to think otherwise and urged you to at least be careful. You’d been taking your insulin, sure. And you were eating enough, getting enough carbs and everything. Your body just wasn’t up for it. So it was no wonder you just collapsed in the middle of the kitchen while getting a glass of water, coming inside from working on the garden for a good hour and a half.

Everything was a little blurry upon initially waking up, Andrew was by your side, offering you a juice box. Though juice boxes might be a little… childish, they were a good way to get your blood sugar up,

“You need to stay inside today, love. It’s far too warm for you to be working on the garden…”