My 17th birthday was my last birthday pre-diabetes. I don't remember much about it if I'm honest. I think some friends and I took a picnic to a local park and spent the day there. I'm not a birthday person, so I never really do anything big.
I've never really been one to think too much about the future. Until now, that is. Now, I kind of need to as I need an "after uni" plan. But before now, I never really have. However, when I think back to my 17th, I know for a fact that I did not expect to be where I am now.
Today is my 21st birthday.
And although I didn't expect this life when I was 17, I wouldn't change any of it. Okay...I'd quite like to give my beta cells (which I imagine to look like the minions from Despicable Me. Random thought, I know) a jump start...but, at the same time, I'd quite like to keep what came as a result of that.
Yes, okay, I was diagnosed with type one diabetes, but I also finished sixth form having passed most of my A-Levels and I got a place at university. My best friend from school is at the same university as me. Awesome. I got so lucky with my housemates in my first year. So much so that I lived with them in my second year, and living with some again when I go back in September. I became Auntie Vicki. I passed my first year at uni. And my second. I lived abroad. In two countries, which was pretty cool. I finally got involved with the diabetes online community. I started this blog.
It's taken a fair amount of time, but I finally feel like I've found "me" again.
And I'm excited to see what comes next.