Bed 7, Orthopedic Ward

The moment I stepped in, I said to myself  "too cramped" and I couldn't bear the distractions from the nurses and the docs as well as the cleaners running round the ward every single minute.

He was placed at Bed no 7... second row from the entrance and the most visible as the bed was near the counter where the nurses and the docs stationed themselves. We requested for a room so that he could be avoided from all those noisiness. There is a room but merely for those who are very critical.

One single word to describe this old classic government hosp - Congested ! Another single word to make it better  - Upgrade Please !... without which I think  will definitely defeat the purpose of its existence. I think that was the main reason why dad wanted a discharge even though he has not completed his treatment!!

Being a govt hosp - nurses are everywhere - a surplus I guess. Sometimes I don't know what they are doing. Obviously, they have to do 'something'. But I observed things were done at a very slow pace. I feel like 'pushing' them to be more pro active. I often lost my patience observing how some things were done here...

But docs are always around. Dr Sharaz, Dr Rajeev and Dr Aina were always there. The specialists came even at night. They did scan on dad's lungs at night as well. well, perhaps that's the beauty of any government hospital. They can do anything, anytime.

I was with dad last week and I was about to raise my voice to a group of trainees when I saw the patient opposite dad was trying to get something from the table next to him. The trainees were talking among themselves and I was not so sure - either they didn't notice or they refused to notice. That man- apparently lost his eyesight due to uncontrolled diabetes. I walked to him and gave him a bottle of mineral water - after asking what he wanted. Told him - next to him was a tray of food so better be careful as he might accidentally pushed the tray down.  Beside dad was a young chap (gotto know he's a convert - mualaf). He couldn't move and obviously need assistance. He was not really attended by the nurses. No one was with him .... He used to touch my shoulder and asked for food...

Was on leave and spent my days from 9.30 am till 7.30pm everyday to be with him. I saw a lot of things. I saw patients with different illness, different complications and different difficulties. I observed committed doctors, efficient nurses and vice versa...

These made me realised on so many things.
Even though how hard and how well we plan....HE plans better.
All we can do is to hold fast to our own belief..
As there is always a light at the end of the tunnel ...
And if there's ain't any light..
HE knows what the future hold for us...
Like people used to say there's always blessings ...in disguise...
And it depends on us how we translate things into our own life.