Its been my Grandmother’s 2nd week in the hospital, she spent 5 days of those two weeks in the ICU. She was moved to a regular hospital room two nights ago but condition is far from good. She will turn 94 on her next birthday this coming September 8. All the complications brought about with one having Diabetes Mellitus Type II that I mostly seen with patients suffering from it years ago were being manifested by my dear Granny. All we can offer is prayers for her speedy recovery and the tender loving care she mostly needed in her state of helplessness.
When I was working at this hospital where my Granny was confined years ago, I witnessed as patients, families of the sick were stressing and getting depressed of this dull and grey situations in the hospital. There seems to be a line that separates the people going in and out and all over and around the hospital lobby. The workers, who were the doctors, nurses and medtechs of my kind whose moods were light and bubbly if not exhausted. The patients and their families whose moods on the other hand were hopeful, while some are doubtful and clueless.
For the patients who spent a long time in the hospital,- I once called them residents, for they have somehow claimed a place in the form of their hospital beds or rooms by staying in a longer time being.
Yesterday, I posted a birthday picture of my little girl. I mentioned of how we had to stay home because she has a freakin’ fever on her birthday. The fever didn’t subside when we woke up this morning and that certainly made me nervous and scared. Have I lost my clinical initiative and confidence to handle situations like this? Was being a SAHM(stay-at-home-mom) for two years now caused me to move to the other side of the line where families of the patients were clueless and doubtful but has no choice but to trust the people on the other side of the line and become hopeful? Or being in the shoes of people on both sides of the line left me standing in the middle knowing a little of both while clueless at the same time?
Scared of the year long and nationwide epidemical Dengue Fever gets me to pack our bags and seek proper treatment in the hands of the professionals where I once belong.
Yes, I brought my daughter to the hospital and she is now confined. We requested for a private room across where my Granny is placed. Former co-workers joked about our long stay, others ironically teased me of having too much money that I am even spending it with expensive hospital bills. WCW told me that hospital isn’t the best choice for a family reunion venue.
I realized, not only were we residents because my Granny is having to stay long, my daughter has to sign up the admission slip as well. Being confined is not a good thing. It is depressing.