Levels play an important roles in our life and rather go unsaid for. On average, each time a man ejaculates he releases nearly 100 million sperms. Why are so many sperms released if it takes only one to make a baby?

20,000 calories or in layman terms,

262 "fun-sized bars" will produce around 5.6 pounds of sugar in your body. That much sweetness will be enough to flood streams of glucose in your nerves, pushing your lipids off the roof which throws you instantly into a hyper. Your brain eventually stops functioning when you start losing track of the involuntary processes in the body. Your body starts to feel light and you lose track of time.

Ever thought of dying while eating chocolates. Not a really fun way to pass out right ?

I was looking at the scale imprinted on the syringe. My grandfather filled it up with insulin. The levels started to raise in the syringe, along with the anticipation for everyone present in the room.

It was an important day. The day I had to take my first insulin shot.

Everyone was in the living room with my grandfather getting the shot ready. I was in my bedroom.

I had an instinct of what was about to happen. My father entered the room and took me to the living room. Sitting next to my grandfather, I was trying really hard not to cry.

As I saw the level fluid rising in the syringe, an abrupt feeling of anxiety took me from the spine, sending chills down my body. I started crying really loud. My mother held my face close to her, she was crying too, while my father held my arm and all of a sudden my grandfather injected me with the insulin shot.

I stopped crying. A tender feeling of metal piercing your muscle as you feel it, then release of the fluid as the levels in the syringe go low. It did not hurt so bad, but the anticipation and the fear that comes with it, takes a toll on you.

My journey began that day. I wasn't allowed to eat any sugar, only healthy food, and the nutrition that comes with it. My father used to feed me dinner. He used to feed chunks of bread dipped in lentils that my mouth used to be stuffed with it.

I used to sneak out sweets from the kitchen when no one was around, drinking soda without telling anyone. I used to get sermons from my relatives and family members on healthy living and managing diabetes.

Apparently, every one in my family grew health conscious. My father used to wake us sisters up, early in the morning and took us on morning walks. We used to walk for about an hour, every day. The routine being us walking with him for the first 15 minutes, then trying to catch up with him for the next 45,

Some days were fine, but then sometimes I used to have so high levels that I ended up vomiting my guts out all day and night. My mother used to yell at me for being sick and not managing my levels, but then she used to make my dad feed me dinner.

Then one of those days, My uncle who live in USA visited us and he got me a gift. It was a white box wrapped in a blue shiny cover. I looked at the box for a while, and I unwrapped it. It was an unfamiliar electronic device. I asked him what was it ? "It is a Glucose monitor." he said.

The next morning everybody was sitting in my parents room talking and he showed everyone the glucose monitor, me having no clue what that is. I was enjoying my omelette. As I lifted my face up, I found everybody in the room looking at me. I still had no clue.

My uncle asked me to prick my finger for some blood, for he could test my sugar levels. I grew paranoid. I shouted No and ran away from the room, all of them were chasing me around the house and I was running away. Finally my aunt got hold of me and spoke to me very politely to get my blood sample. She calmed me down so I let her do it. Since that day, I was no longer afraid of needles, I rather accepted them as an inseparable part of my life.

It's really amusing to see how something you fear all your life, ends up being the only thing you need to save yourself. After those incidents, I felt an urge to know completely about something before cataloging it as bad. I found there's nothing to fear. It's all in your head.