Hospitals

 

 

It will soon be year since Laura had her Bathroom fall and began her long journey back to recovery and good health, which is the best that we can expect with her journey via three Hospitals. Immediately after her accident she was fully cogent, able as well, to make an intelligent conversation. This quickly changed for the worse, by the time she was admitted to Christchurch Hospital, now she was unconscious, possibly caused by internal bleeding. The ACC now no longer regarded her situation as a accident, any assistance we might have expected from them was quickly withdrawn. They considered now that she had had a stroke, end of story. On arrival at Hospital she was accessed and admitted but completely paralysed and now she could only signal any of her intentions by the blinking of her eyes. Since then she has made wonderful progress, but still requires assistance to dress, shower, and visit the bathroom. At date, she can now feed herself and as well hold an intelligent conversation.

 

Life in Hospitals are another world altogether, and for the uninitiated, and they take a little getting used to. Don’t worry, you will all find out for yourselves all that you need to know one day. It’s all the natural procession of life’s journey. Hospitals have so many rules and regulations, which overtime, many the reasons for their being, will have been long forgotten, or even why they were introduced in the first place. I noticed in a ward in Princes Margaret that all the windows only opened six inches, possibly to prevent jumpers, as it was on the third floor. Well anyway that was the conclusion I came to. This fact came to my attention in the middle of summer, without ‘Air Conditioning’ the ward was a most stifling uncomfortable place to be in. One patient innocently inquired ‘Was there a Fan available?’ There was, and one was found, however after being used for only 10 minutes, it was taken away for someone whose need was greater. ‘Don’t worry, another would soon be forth coming from a Store Room’. This turned out to be figment of their imagination. I said in all innocence, we have a couple at home that I could donate to the Ward, as well, I could go and get them both immediately. I only live a couple of blocks away. No, No, No, you can’t do that, or even use them, they would have first need to be authorised for use by the Hospital Electrician.

 

One day I was heading for the elevators to go to the ground floor which was a march of a hundred metres or so. when a nurse said, ‘Leaving early today’? I replied, ‘No’, ‘I’m actually heading for the only public toilet I know of in this building’. And that is situated on the ground floor. I know another thing too, ‘Diuretics were not invented when this place was built’. She said, ‘That’s ridiculous situation’, and took me back upstairs to a closed off wing on the third floor and gave me the use of my own personal toilet for the duration of Laura’s stay.

 

They never stopped trying to feed me this is because I usually time my visits to meal times, when I can assist Laura with her meals. I refused all offers of food, even to a cup of tea until Christmas came around. Then a very helpful Samoan Girl found out that I was going to be alone for my Christmas dinner as all my family were heading away. No way could I stop her from ordering an extra meal and for the week up to the 25th all my likes and dislikes for this special meal were religiously noted, and entered into the Hospital Computer. However when Christmas day rolled around and the meals were being handed out, nothing for me. From the looks the new assistants face and attitude on inquiry, there wasn’t going to be any Christmas Dinner for me anyway. Who was this guy who was trying to free load and get a free meal? It was made worse when they relented and came with a plate saying Mrs Murphy was too sick to eat, I could have that. I was really annoyed at this stage for the very reason that on Christmas day not one restaurant around here is available for a meal unless a pre booking has been made because of the penalty rates they have to pay staff. As far as restaurants are concerned it’s not worth bothering to open.

 

I have noted also that the busiest Department in the hospital must be the one that makes signs. I felt that if you stood still for long enough you too would have a sign stuck onto you. Everything is ‘signed’ and in more than one language. This information urge expends to the bulletin boards. There are layers upon layers of messages and information stuck onto them, it would seem they are good at sticking up notices on the boards but not very efficient on removing them when they have served their purpose. Another very noticeable fact is the staff, especially the Nurse Aids. They seem to come from the four corners of the earth. In one Hospital ward at Wesley Care, there was one girl from Bougainvillea, three or four from the Philippines, Another from India (She was actually a doctor but not licensed to practice in NZ) South Africa, Hungary, United Kingdom, Fiji, I’m not sure what the reason is for some of the many overseas girls, maybe they only pay the minimum wage, and this is the best job on offer.