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A few days at hospital, taught me lessons for life.
The following narration is of a real incident, which occurred a few months ago.
My aunt, frail and fat, accidently slipped and broke her leg, causing fulminant damage to bones, requiring immediate surgery. Considering her financial setting, an affordable, though a private hospital was chosen.
It was mutually decided that I be the caretaker for three days post surgery. An old man with wrinkly skin occupied the bed besides. He suffered from Cancer, somehow battling from the last 7 days at this hospital he said. He used c\*ndoms to drain urine, which her daughter changed with bare hands. Unimaginable! I talked to him for a while that day.
As wee hours approached, I laid a make makeshift bed in a corner of the corridor, since you can't sleep inside the ward. Suddenly, I heard loud crackling wet noises in the middle of the night, coming from the ward, but I ignorantly slept. In morning, I enquired about that old man, "He died last night", said the nurse, "Didn't you hear his death rattle last night?" she added. I was shocked. I'm forever scared of that sound now.
That bed was reassigned to a kid, who suffered epilepsy recently. His dad repeatedly ringing calls to friends/family seeking financial aid to pay the bills and tears rolling down mom's cheek made me tearful too. Same day, Another lady was shifted to the ward post surgery. Her post-op wails filled the ward for 6 hours. She couldn't change her diapers, so her brother would close his eyes while changing it for her. Unimaginable agony!
A laid on my makeshift bed of sheets and slept. In the middle of the night, I woke-up to loud wails in the corridor. I saw a bloke, drenched in blood, laid on a wheeled stretcher, with mangled hands, but surprisingly alive. He gazed at me for a moment and mumbled something. He kept flapping like a fish until the doctors arrived and rushed him to ER. Apparently, he met an accident. I can't forget that sight now.
Next day, I piled up outside X-ray room with my aunt. The man ahead, seemingly poor, was paying the cashier with whatever he had (10 & 20 Rs notes), but fell short of 200 Rs. My heart couldn't hold back, and I pulled out a 200 note and gave to him. Thankfully, My aunt was discharged the same day. All throughout, I barely slept since I had to check her cannula every now and then.
Massive Massive respect for doctors and healthcare workers who deal with this everyday. For the first time, I saw the profoundness of human suffering and what an ordinary man endures in this country. I wonder if others have similar experience too. How stupidly I wallowed in the cesspool of hedonism, running behind trivial things and whining for ridiculous stuff. A few days, gave me lessons for life.
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The following narration is of a real incident, which occurred a few months ago.
My aunt, frail and fat, accidently slipped and broke her leg, causing fulminant damage to bones, requiring immediate surgery. Considering her financial setting, an affordable, though a private hospital was chosen.
It was mutually decided that I be the caretaker for three days post surgery. An old man with wrinkly skin occupied the bed besides. He suffered from Cancer, somehow battling from the last 7 days at this hospital he said. He used c\*ndoms to drain urine, which her daughter changed with bare hands. Unimaginable! I talked to him for a while that day.
As wee hours approached, I laid a make makeshift bed in a corner of the corridor, since you can't sleep inside the ward. Suddenly, I heard loud crackling wet noises in the middle of the night, coming from the ward, but I ignorantly slept. In morning, I enquired about that old man, "He died last night", said the nurse, "Didn't you hear his death rattle last night?" she added. I was shocked. I'm forever scared of that sound now.
That bed was reassigned to a kid, who suffered epilepsy recently. His dad repeatedly ringing calls to friends/family seeking financial aid to pay the bills and tears rolling down mom's cheek made me tearful too. Same day, Another lady was shifted to the ward post surgery. Her post-op wails filled the ward for 6 hours. She couldn't change her diapers, so her brother would close his eyes while changing it for her. Unimaginable agony!
A laid on my makeshift bed of sheets and slept. In the middle of the night, I woke-up to loud wails in the corridor. I saw a bloke, drenched in blood, laid on a wheeled stretcher, with mangled hands, but surprisingly alive. He gazed at me for a moment and mumbled something. He kept flapping like a fish until the doctors arrived and rushed him to ER. Apparently, he met an accident. I can't forget that sight now.
Next day, I piled up outside X-ray room with my aunt. The man ahead, seemingly poor, was paying the cashier with whatever he had (10 & 20 Rs notes), but fell short of 200 Rs. My heart couldn't hold back, and I pulled out a 200 note and gave to him. Thankfully, My aunt was discharged the same day. All throughout, I barely slept since I had to check her cannula every now and then.
Massive Massive respect for doctors and healthcare workers who deal with this everyday. For the first time, I saw the profoundness of human suffering and what an ordinary man endures in this country. I wonder if others have similar experience too. How stupidly I wallowed in the cesspool of hedonism, running behind trivial things and whining for ridiculous stuff. A few days, gave me lessons for life.
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