I'm okay, seriously.

1.3 read the machine.

That's in mmol/L. Or 23.4mg/dL, whichever way you like it.

"I don't believe you." he stated, matter of factly. "I'm okay, seriously."

He continued.

"Plus, I don't believe your machine. Do it with mine."

My partner and I shrugged. This patient was going to be stubborn, but hey, it didn't bother us - I'll happily use his glucometer. Thankfully, he wasn't getting violent and still was relatively logical given his hypoglycaemia.

His glucometer was much faster thank our dodgy one. 1.5 it read.

Still way too low. And he wasn't okay. Thankfully though, he was convinced enough to drink his glass of coca cola.

Nevertheless, he still continued to argue.

"There's no need for you to be here. This coca cola will last me for a good 30 minutes. Plus the fructose will take hours to digest."

True, but that still doesn't make our treatment any less.

AmboPartner explained. No, we can't leave and no, we won't leave until your BSL is normal and remains so.

This time, it seemed to have got to him and he finished off another glass of coca cola.

5 minutes later, we try again.

2.8.

"See, it's great! And it's working. You can go now..." he exclaimed.

Not quite. It's still too low. We make a sandwich, it's the long term carbohydrates that will increase his sugar level and make it stay that way.

Plus another coca cola.

"You know there's like 50% sugar in this", pointing at the can of coca cola.

"Err... yes. That's the point" half serious, half laughed. He was a smart old geezer.

20 minutes, 2 sandwiches and 2 cans of coca cola later, his BSL read 7.0.

Another feel good success story.