She’s Diabetic, the well-built doctor told my dad.
Diabetes? my dad asked
Sir, are you or your wife Diabetic?
No, my dad replied
What about in your family?
No, he replied again
Well sir it could happen, how old is she?
Thirteen my mum replied, this time.
Well, we have to do urine analysis, Grace can you hear me? the doctor for the upteenth time?
I nodded my head in affirmation.
Do you know where you are? he continued and before I could answer, he said you’re at western hospital, warri.
Nurse please take her to the the bathroom so she could pass a urine for the test and then to her room as she is a company patient.
The nurse helped with 500ml normal saline drip set on my had, while my mum held me in support as we walked to the bathroom and then to my hospital room, Room5.
While in my ward room, I have been fixed with a double set of drips, I felt a little bit better, I could see the look on my mum’s face that she was sad, scared and confuse.
The nurse whole helped me with the drip set on my hand, helped me settle and lie on my bed, then she took the container in which I have passed my urine and left the room.
My mum came to me with the scared face and tears in her eyes, she asked, how I was feeling?
I just whispered I was fine.
My dad walked in not quite long after, he was sad, he asked me how I felt, I nodded in affirmation that I was fine and then he turn to my mum and they began to have a conversation in our local dialect in murmur.
I really don’t understand the look on my parents face and why they were murmuring, but then I am too tired to be bothered or to be worried.
