Visiting the GMNT in hospital!
Last few weeks: gradual increase in liquid intake... Loss of about 28 lbs in 16 days... Slow decrease of apatite...
Friday: Complained of a dry mouth.
I got him to ask his dad for a blood glucose test: off the scale. More than 28mml... Cue horrible sinking feeling as a mum realizes that her beautiful, perfect baby is broken...
Spent half of Saturday in A&E. No keto-acidosis so they sent him home, saying "See your GP this coming week'.
GMNT seemed fine, so we went on our promised trip to see Pirates IV on Sunday: he was tired and his apatite was way down that evening.
Bank Holiday Monday: GP closed. GMNT got droopier as the day went on. No apatite to speak of, much increased liquid intake.
Tuesday I made an appointment for 10 am. GMNT got up feeling awful. ALMOST went straight to A&E again, but went to the doc as appointment booked... Doc instantly smelled ketones. Didn't bother testing, and sent us straight to the Medical Admissions Unit: Do not pass Go, do not collect overnight bag!
Spent most of yesterday having blood tests, including arterial ones, which are Not Funny(TM). GMNT was stoic. He's usually OK with things being done, but this was a bit special. Finally admitted to the ward at about 3:00pm. By then he was on a saline drip and insulin pump.
WE finally left him over night when we were kicked out at tea time. This was hard: men's medical wards tend to be filled with ancient old blokes in various stages of disintegration. There was no-one there younger than 70!
Meanwhile, various telephone calls had sorted my sewing partner Su out with a key and access so she could continue with the customer stuff...
Today I had to be here to complete and hand over the customer stuff, which was great: worked exactly as we wanted and went down a treat. All OK. (The captain's uniform project.)
Alan went in to hospital this morning to be with the lad while the diabetes crew were there. It finally hit James then: Type 1 Diabetes. OK, a life sentence rather than a death sentence, but a terrible thing to happen to a kid of 16, and doubly stressful in the middle of his exams. There was a great deal of upset, and not at all surprising. I wish I could have been there, but the customers had deadlines and he did have his dad.
I went through this evening, and he was much better. He needs to see the dietitian tomorrow. Plan is that we go through as soon as is practical (mid morning, I hope), and stay until we can bring him home. He should be home tomorrow.
He has done his own blood tests and his first injection himself. He has all the kit issued by the hospital.
Long term he'll do fine. But the next few months are going to be very hard, and there are all sorts of career choices and school things and stuff like the World Challenge that he may need to rethink.
I'm a bit all of a heap. Some good thoughts for the lad would be much appreciated.