The gates of the infirmary

I have recently been taking rounds of the hospital. This article that I am writing at the moment is from the visitor’s room, talking about how odd the aura of a hospital can be and how the mood of the hospital changes on passage of time. With this I meant how empty the premises of the hospital are in the mornings and evenings as compared to afternoons. Let’s start with a little description about my experience with the hospitals. I have been blessed with good health till date, which has kept my appointment with hospitals very less. As far as I remember, my family never rushed to the hospital if any one of us had slight pain. This can be taken as a situation of both boon and bane. The former because it made us strong and we knew that our body gets tired; we need not panic for the smallest wounds as it will heal. The latter because we might not realize how this small injury is turning out to be something worse that we never imagined.

Entering a hospital makes one wonder about how people are suffering from different types of diseases and there is so much that can happen in a human body. The anxious relatives wanting to know what exactly is the problem of their loved one, the round of doctors and their busy-ness , the need of immediate supply of medicines and their search on it, the monetary aspect once admitted, the decision that needs to be taken in a fraction of second, the forms that need to be filled and filed before admission, these are the normal aspect happening at hospitals every single day. The people coming in and going out are uncountable in hospitals. The afternoon rush made me observe the helplessness of individuals. During the wait for five minutes outside the hospital, I was confused on how would the additional people who have been getting inside the hospital premises equip themselves. I could see the response of individuals while they were being asked to pay the parking fees. They had thousands of things running in their mind and this must be on the lowest priority.

It is annoying to see ambulances stuck in traffic jam and equally infuriating how emergencies do not have a quick response at some of the hospitals. Many sections of the hospital are very less prepared in the capital of Nepal, Kathmandu. For example there isn’t any bell for a call at the Heart Command Centre at Norvic. How do we expect a patient to call out for help when they are on the patient bed? Similarly, the reception at Venus Hospital has sleeping staff at six in the morning while they have a board which mentions “24 hour Emergency”. It is amusing how hospitals have become business houses, but to think about it, why should it not. It is weird for us to be paying parking fees when there are hundreds of thoughts in mind. The doctor’s duty is twenty four hours, and they hardly have any family life. It is very hard for this profession to balance it all.

I understand there are infinite numbers of requests, and there are endless questions that a person might have while they are at the hospital desk, or during one on one discussion with the doctor. These are viable queries that they would have and reasons for the same that they would want to know. This is for their loved one or else they would not have been wasting their time and being bothersome. There is no end to this discussion.
I so wish there was a residential doctor in a family; in the same manner how we appoint helpers, gatekeepers or there should be a family member who is a doctor. As I write this, my new dream is to make a hospital for lesser fortunate where people do not have to fill forms and get the necessary treatment in a very subsidized rate.

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