He's 84 years old and sitting on the wheelchair.
His insulin injections are a combination of Regular and Intermediate acting twice a day.
He is drawing the dosages himself and injecting himself.
I doubted his ability.
I doubted that he could draw the right prescribed doses.
I assessed him like a teacher to a student.
He shook his fists fiercely at me, eyes glimmering with tears of frustration and tiredness when I ask him "Is this 12 units?" the third time.
I have hurt his pride.
Pride is most probably the most precious thing that he had hold on to till this moment. Even at age 84, he does not need anybody to inject for him. In just a minute of encounter I had belittled that in my "professional" way.
Fragility in life, I've failed to see and experience once again.
His insulin injections are a combination of Regular and Intermediate acting twice a day.
He is drawing the dosages himself and injecting himself.
I doubted his ability.
I doubted that he could draw the right prescribed doses.
I assessed him like a teacher to a student.
He shook his fists fiercely at me, eyes glimmering with tears of frustration and tiredness when I ask him "Is this 12 units?" the third time.
I have hurt his pride.
Pride is most probably the most precious thing that he had hold on to till this moment. Even at age 84, he does not need anybody to inject for him. In just a minute of encounter I had belittled that in my "professional" way.
Fragility in life, I've failed to see and experience once again.
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