This is like my second update in three years. A lazy bum I am!
I decided to update on a fictional short story about the
suffering of a patient. Sometimes all we doctors are needed to do is understand
and be there to listen and empathize.
Surviving Diabetes
It was a sunny day, I
was on my way to buy a present for my just born grandchild. My son asked me to
accompany him for a health checkup. I didn’t quite think it was needed,
afterall I am 60 and still walking talking healthy, but his reluctance got me
agreed. The heath carer told me I had high sugar, that I needed further
testing.
Since, that day my
life changed. Initially I was given oral tablets, but that was no good..that
had me switched to taking injections everyday twice. An injection called insulin;
I was a slave to it. My day began with it, and ended with it. Every food, every
morsel, even a cup of tea I couldn’t enjoy without taking precautions.
It started one night
then, I had shooting pain in my legs..like a bolt of lightning. It had me
gasping for breath. Slowly even during the day, while walking or cutting
vegetables, I would feel as if I have dipped my hands in ice cold water. I loved
watching the sunset, I had to give that up..the pain on walking was too much to
handle.
My grandchild had
come to visit me once..an angel aged 5, when she hugged me it was like
thousands of needles pricked me all over my body. I cried. I don’t remember
why, was it because of the pain? Or was it because I couldn’t feel the touch of
my child?
The tablets never
really helped for the pain, it went on becoming worse. Then a year back due to
an injury in my leg, I had my leg taken away. Now I am wheel chair bound. I know
death is inevitable, that the time will come for everyone. But I can’t help
wondering sometimes as to why? Why me?
- M
- M
Tragic. Well put!
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