Dr. Mohammed Jashim Uddin

Dr. Mohammed Jashim Uddin looks at a lot of blood reports. Assistant Professor of endocrinology at CIMCH. Mostly diabetes cases. People bring in those crumpled lab printouts. Fasting sugar. HbA1c. He just runs his finger down the column of numbers. Probably sighs a bit. The diet in Chittagong is heavy. Lots of white rice and beef at weddings. Hard to keep the sugar down. He sits at a desk with a glass top. Maybe a plastic model of a thyroid gland sitting there gathering dust. He asks them what they ate for breakfast. They usually lie. He knows they lie. Just writes down a new insulin dose anyway. Sort of a repetitive job. Adjusting units. Two units more at night. Three units less in the morning. He sees thyroid patients too. Women complaining about gaining weight or feeling tired all the time. He feels their neck. Tells them to swallow. Just checking for lumps. He writes prescriptions for small white pills. Tells them to take it empty stomach. They always forget. He probably has to explain it three times. The waiting room outside his door is usually packed by 11 AM. People holding those little black zipper bags for their glucometers. He does not do surgeries. No blood. No OT scrubs. Just sitting in his chair. Looking at numbers. Telling people to walk thirty minutes a day. They probably will not do it. He stamps the paper. Hands it back.