Hospitalised.
Posted on November 9, 2005
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I have decided to change the tone of my blog for this time realising the fact that it has been rather monotonous and cold.A blog is a blog.So,i decided to write something more up close and personal.It is about an experience about a month ago.
For a few days,I have been bugged by constant ringing in my ears.As normal,I ignored it and carried on with my daily routine.However,things turned ugly when I had a sharp stabbing pain in my ears when i was sleeping.Rayjiv called the ambulance and I was immediately brought to the hospital.Turned out that,i had acute purulent maxillary sinusitis and otitis media.To make the entire occasion more "spicy" ,the doctor ordered me to be warded immediately.After an immediate dose of Intravenous Cefaxilem,I turned in for the night.Little did I expect,what would await me the next day.
I did not sleep well.As early as 6 am in the morning,the nurse gave me another of my doses of antibiotics on the buttocks.The doctor,who is responsible for me,checked me and said something about doing a "prokulki".It sounded cool,and exciting.Immediately,he pulled out a long thin steel rod after pushing in a cotton full with lidocaine solution into my nostril.I could feel the sharp piercing pain as it probed into my flesh.The doctor asked me to relax as she inserted another one more steel rod into my nose.I couldnt remember much at that point,but what i remember was that she pulled out a medium sized steel tube with a sharp end.That was the moment that i remembered more than well.I could feel,and hear my bones crushing as she accessed my maxillary sinus through my nostril.Blood gushed freely from my nose as she pumped out all the puss using a pressure tube.Upon doing that,she inserted a tube into my nose.Thats all i could remember.The next thing i remembered was…I was on the floor,and the tube was out,and the nurse was forcing me to waft some inhalation salts.
As I lay on the bed,writhing in agony,face full with blood.My friends could only watch as the doctor came in and say in Russian "Tommorow,we gonna do prokulki again".I could only let out a big sigh of despair and close my eyes.
I wake up to another horrendous day looking forward to the "prokulki" actually.I just wanted to get over with it.Surprisingly,things went well and a drainage was successfully installed to facilitate the removal of pus.
However,the physical experience i went through was nothing compared to the mental challenges hospital life brought.I had the experience of really undergoing what a patient would feel like.And i had the opportunity to meet patients and hear what they hope from a good doctor.It was marvelous…practically marvelous.I felt as if i was completely reborned.I realised the burden of my profession.And MY,…it was a fantastic burden indeed.
As i stayed in a hospital,full with those who werent my race,or religion.I came to find out that we were all…the same.Never did i actually realise it.The very fact seemed very shameful.We have been hammered on for ages about these teachings but it is in times of these that we realise the simplicity of things.We human beings have been too complicated.Too engrossed with things that we dont even understand that we have failed to see the beauty and the straightforwardness of life.
I was hospitalised for about 10 days.I missed many classes.But i gained many valuable lessons.I was a wreck for the first few days.But it was He who held on to me when i Most needed him.
Our burden is humongous.The doctor has a responsibility over a persons life.The sentence is simple as it seems.But it is in places like hospitals that we really realise the vast latitude of its philosophy.
sorry guys for the heavy usage of medical terms…..
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