My mother was rushed to
hospital at around 3 in the middle of the night two weeks ago. She was
feeling dizzy and vomitting. We all
but she did not. She even instructed us what to do and what to
bring. She was only very anxious
to know what was causing her situation. She is 87 and has been
diabetic for close to 30 years.
The emergency ward was quite
crowded with most of the patients being the elderly. They
were like my mom in stretchers lined up next to one another waiting to be
drunkards restrained to the stretchers and
accompanied by policemen were mumbling and screaming in extraterrestrial language. All staff was hectically
engaged attending to the
patients and rushing from room to room.
were only a couple of seats with the signage “For patients only”. So we dared
not sit and actually stood all those hours while my mother was wheeled from
room to room to undergo various tests. At about noon, we were told the verdict.
My mother had to be hospitalized to monitor the effect of the injections she
emergency ward is definitely the one place I would not want to be in. In fact,
in 1966 I was successful in my application to be a student nurse. But I did not
take the offer after careful consideration of two facts. Number One - I could
not stand the sight of blood! And I did not know how to say words of
consolation. Whenever I visit friends or relatives in distress, I have to keep
back my tears!And
after this visit to the emergency ward, I can add one more reason – the
situation is so stressful that I am bound to make mistakes! And yet every
minute has to be error-free as life is at stake.