48 hours ago, I was not expecting the weekend that was thrust upon my family. All 6 of us have been sick for a few weeks. What started out as a cold has progressed quite far. I should have know by the increase of temper tantrums that something was off. This past Monday he was complaining of a stomachache and headache and could not finish his meals. Monday also happened to be our daughter´s 6th birthday, all of which she has spent in Bolivia. However, that is not a story for this post. My mother-in-law and sister-in-law took Daxito to one of the Dr´s they have at the pharmacies. The Dr told them it was just indigestion, that he had eaten too much. I decided not to go because I had already missed two hours of work for the day for Miss Ella´s birthday lunch. Right now every centavo we have left over counts and I really can’t afford to take time off, for now.
When they came back with that my husband and I discussed all his symptoms, the main ones being burning/itching while peeing, stomachache, and headache. We had also noticed a much higher frequency of urination and thirst. So he went and spoke to a pharmacist that agreed it sounded like a urinary tract infection and gave him antibiotics. As the week went on, he said that it no longer itched or burned when he urinated. Yet, he continued to complain of a stomachache and would not finish his meals. The peeing slowed, but not back to normal by any means. Saturday morning he woke up and wanted to take a shower. I walked in and noticed he had lost a lot of weight, his eyes and cheeks were suddenly sunken in and he had dark circles around his eyes. We started the process of having inlaws come help us. They took me and Daxito to the emergency room while others watched the three kids as the hubs had to work for a bit. It was a lifesaver, my Spanish is nowhere near fluent and my sister-in-law knows me well enough to know how to help translate with her equally limited English skills. Shortly after they got the IV started, the sickly look of death left his face.
After the IV, they took his vitals and temp, noting that he did not have a fever. They decided to order blood and urine tests after discussing all his symptoms. Daxito, unfortunately, has issues with his veins like I do. I tend to get poked at least 4 times before they listen to me and put it where I told them in the first place. This after they already had done the same for the IV! I must add, this is not a problem exclusive to Bolivia, all the ones I encountered in the States were pompous too.
Well, several hours later, the lady came back asking for a second blood test to confirm the finding of the first one. Apparently, his electrolytes where high, she asked me if I had a history of diabetes in my family. After that, my sister-in-law talked to the Dr about ordering a glucose test, he confirmed it had not been one we paid for. You have to pay for all tests, drugs and supplies before hand here. Even running down when upstairs to buy the requested items before they will do most of the services needed. My sister, Melissa, told me the day before that we should go and run a diabetes test when I was discussing the continuing symptoms on the phone with her.
A couple hours later it came back that his blood sugar was 436! I spent 27 hours in the hospital and have not slept for almost 40 hours now. He was diagnosed with Type 1 diabetes. Dax Sr. is with Daxito now, he is still in the hospital for observation. We were unable to find his rapid acting insulin at any of the pharmacies, including the hospital pharmacy and had to special order it. The Dr is going to send him home with enough to get us through until the order comes in. The financial toll of this is just beginning to mount and these items cost double to triple here for the good brands you see in pharmacies in the states. This with everything else has turned me into a ball of anxiety. I know it will take time to adjust for all of us. However, I know with diet and insulin he can live a long healthy life. Of course as a mom all I want to do is make it go away for him and I don’t have that power.
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