Total pages in book: 100
Estimated words: 123922 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 620(@200wpm)___ 496(@250wpm)___ 413(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 123922 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 620(@200wpm)___ 496(@250wpm)___ 413(@300wpm)
“I’m going to cut to the chase here, folks. Mr. Slater isn’t very well.”
“No shit, doc. Tell me something I don’t know,” Kane snorted.
I narrowed my eyes at his rude arse, and then mentally bitch slapped him.
“Sit back, Mr. Slater, and listen closely because the following conversation will definitely be something you don’t know.”
Oh, shite.
“Just give it to me straight, doc,” Kane sighed. “What’s wrong with me?”
The doctor flipped through pages from Kane’s chart then looked up at him. “I had the nurses gather information from your family members while you were sleeping last night. The nurses then filled me in on your health over the past year. Based on the symptoms you were presenting, I had the night staff draw blood so it could be sent down to the lab for testing.”
I raised my eyebrow. “What type of tests were performed on his blood?”
The doctor looked at me. “Glucose and haemoglobin A1C.”
I blinked my eyes when my mind recognised the tests and what they were for.
“Diabetes?” I questioned. “You were testing for diabetes?”
The doctor raised his eyebrow at me. “Are you studying in the medical field?”
I shook my head. “No, no. I’m a primary school teacher. I just read a book before about diabetes and it had different types of testing that can be run to get a positive result. The tests you mentioned were two of them.”
A student of mine, Jessie, had diabetes type one and just because I was curious, I read up on it.
The doctor nodded his head to me. “Well, yes, you’re correct. I wanted to see if Mr. Slater here has diabetes.”
“And?” Nico pressed.
“And my theory was correct,” the doctor said then looked at Kane. “You do indeed have diabetes, Mr. Slater. Type one to be exact.”
None of us said anything until Kane opened his mouth and spoke.
“Are you sure?” he asked. “I mean, my blood could have been tainted in the lab, right?”
The doctor nodded. “That is a possibility, but I had the tests ran three times for confirmation and nothing changed. The result was the same all three times. You’re a diabetic, Mr. Slater.”
“I’m a diabetic?” Kane mumbled to himself.
The room was quiet again, but not for long because I had a few questions that I wanted to be answered.
“Type one is the one that requires insulin, right?” I asked the doctor.
He nodded his head. “Yes, that is the very one.”
I frowned. “Isn’t that a children’s disease though?”
“Normally,” the doctor said and nodded his head. “It was dubbed with the name juvenile diabetes because it’s most commonly diagnosed in children, teenagers, or young adults. It can occur at any age, though.”
I blinked. “Oh, I see.”
“I don’t understand,” Kane sighed. “Wouldn’t I have known if I was diabetic? I mean, I would have had some signs, right?”
“Your brothers mentioned to the nurses last night about your extreme fatigue, weight loss, vomiting and so on over the past twelve months. It is very easy to look at these symptoms as a case of influenza, a vomiting bug or even a simple head cold,” the doctor explained. “There are many different symptoms for type one diabetes. Some people suffer from all of them and others have no signs at all. It varies from person to person.”
We all nodded our heads in understanding and waited for the doctor to continue.
“Your body is a special case, Mr. Slater. With a lot of people, the symptoms can start like the click of my fingers and things can progress quickly. Then there are cases like yours where people can be ill for a long period of time but not need treatment straight away. Your body managed to get by with what little insulin it produced itself for the past year, but the strain has started to show and it’s not enough anymore. Your collapsing last night is a prime example of that. Your body needs more insulin to survive than what it’s currently producing.”
I looked at Kane and saw he swallowed but nodded his head to the doctor, taking what he said at face value.
“The bad news about type one diabetes is that there is no cure for it. You will have it for the rest of your life. The good news is that it is manageable. You will need to take a daily injection of insulin, starting today. You will have a standard daily dose and it can be adjusted depending on your sugar level. While you were sleeping earlier, we sampled your blood sugar level so it will be a low dose today as you’re not actively moving, or consuming a lot of calories. That is the trick with your injections, the more active you are or the more calories you consume, the higher your dose needs to be. Don’t worry about that right now though, we will develop a schedule.”
The doctor went on as a nurse opened the door and wheeled in a trolley with a yellow bucket and other medical equipment on a large tray.
“Weekly appointments and check-ups will be set up until you’ve got a handle on your doses. It will become routine for you and I doubt it will be difficult for you to get a grasp of. You look like a man who knows about diet and exercise. You will just have to follow a new program to balance your body’s glucose level. Does that make sense?”
Kane nodded mutely then pointed his finger at the trolley next to the nurse.
“What’s that?” he asked, his voice low.
“Your first insulin dose. I’ll prescribe an insulin pen just because they are more convenient than dealing with a separate needle and bottle of insulin.”
Kane tensed up at the mention of the word ‘needle.’ He sat upright and he glared daggers at the doctor. “You are not sticking a needle in me.”
The doctor glanced at the brothers then back to Kane. “Your insulin must be injected under the skin, Mr. Slater. It cannot be taken orally because the acids in your stomach will destroy it.”
Kane swallowed. “I don’t care; you’re not sticking a needle in me. I don’t give a fuck.”