Anna

Can You Help Me Out Here, Doc?

   My heartbeat went faster and faster as we approached the hospital, and the moment I held my mother』s arm rushing into the ER, I almost felt my heart stop.  Although mom was the one who was in unbearable pain, she asked the nurse what papers she should fill in and what examinations she ought to have immediately, leaving me beside her totally out of situation, without a clue as to what I should do.

        Mom always had problems with her stomach, but nothing could have been worse than this time; the aching didn』t stop for three days, and she tossed and turned in bed suffering in great pain.  Mother』s face was pale and could hardly stand on her own, so I pushed her up and down the hallway in the sickbed.  As if the nurse didn』t see mom』s face twisted, she ordered Mother in a cold voice to do some blood and urine samples, to get a gastroscope, and many other examinations.  And like all the other patients showing sickness on their tired, unhappy and faces, mom waited in the long lines that lead to more cold-faced doctors.  After finishing some exams, we waited in the patient bed, lived up in the hallways for further instructions.  All patients waited for the results of their reports or further instructions from the nurses or doctors, but no nurses or doctors came to show concern, none of the patients had the guts to ask further questions of them.  I felt extremely helpless taking care of my mom all alone, and even more worried because I had no one to turn to.  The one and only answer the nurses gave to all patients was, 「not yet, go back to your bed and get some more rest,」 they turned down all the emaciated patients who were anxiously waiting to go home.

Every patient waited quietly in his small corner, waiting for help.

All ERs have the same kind of smell, that mixture of medicine and disinfectant, and a sense of uneasiness and tenseness spread along with the awkward smell.  The moan of pain with the strange smell swirled around the ER, everyone seemed to be tired and exhausted.  On this cold winter night, the nurse yelled at us as we shivered, trying to ask for an extra blanket.  「One blanket for a bed!  You think this is a hotel and you ask for room service?  Only one chair for each bed, too!」  I wonder why the nurses and doctors have such stinky faces like everyone owes them money.  Maybe the virus and diseases have devoured their kindness and the heart for helping sick people.  Like all the rest of the patients not being taken care of and waiting sick in bed, we longed for a doctor or nurse to come by to give us instructions and suggestions, to tell us whether we could go home or not.

Everyone waited, but no nurse or doctor came to care.  「Patients」 are taught to be 「patient」 in the ER.

  In this uneasy atmosphere, lying uncomfortably on the filthy patient bed without being told what to do next, mom suddenly sat up like a zombie, and told me in excitement, 「Why haven』t I thought of him in the first place?  We have a distant relative that is a doctor working in this hospital.  I wasn』t very close to him but he might help us.」  She told me to make a few phone calls right away to some relatives to spread out the news and ask if this doctor relative could help.

After the phone calls to my relatives were made, we saw a doctor, hand with files, walked toward our bed with a professional friendly smile on his face.  「 Mrs. Wu?  Your relative Dr. Chen isn』t in the hospital today, but he gave us orders to take special care of you.  Feeling better?  I have your reports here and the hospital will arrange for you to do the rest of the exams right away.」  After this the doctor left, but every thirty minutes a nurse or doctor would come to mom』s bed and ask how she was doing or bring her to another examination.  Within one hour, the doctor gave mom some pills to ease the pain, told her what the problem was and that it was fine to go home now.  I was relieved to hear that we could go home after nine long tormenting hours, and felt extremely lucky that we knew someone from the hospital so we were looked after.

Exhausted to the point where I could barely stand up straight, I pulled myself up joyfully from the chair I』ve been sitting for five hours, ready to leave, and suddenly noticed that the other patients were staring in our direction.  It was the look of jealousy and the sadness in their eyes that shocked me.  They looked at us as if they were starving beggars looking at a juicy chicken leg in a fat chubby rich kid』s hand.  Then it struck me, what about the rest of the patients?  How long do they have to wait to be taken care of in this stinky cold ER?  The old man who looked like a vagrant in the next bed was here before we came, he coughed so hard all the time, every three minutes he tried to cough phlegm out of his throat.  He was all alone, but no one came to his bed to look after him.

I rushed out the ER just as fast as I had come in, not bearing to look into the other patients』 helpless eyes another minute.

I couldn』t feel relaxed even after my mom got better, as if those eyes haunted me around our house, the moaning of pain swirled in the air, the terrible smell of the hospital thrust up my brain.  Mom being taken good care at the hospital was because she knew someone, someone powerful that could help us.  I felt sorry for the other patients in the hospital who didn』t know anyone powerful and as a result, were not taken care of as quickly or carefully.  After what I experienced at the hospital, I realized how important knowing some powerful or rich people is, or much better, being the influential person himself.  Is it that I have to be rich or become powerful to protect my family』s health?  At that moment and for the first time, I wished that I had a lot of money and a high social status only to assure better medical care for my family. 

Of course, how this society is unfair to most of the people of a lower social status are not only seen in hospitals but also found everywhere in our society.  People in higher social status are favored and have the privilege in doing many things; they often stand a better chance in many situations that are unfair to the common people.  It』s either you make an effort to occupy an important position in this society or simply face the fact how sick and corrupted the society is.  Welcome to the real world, and if you』re still not ready for it, try to befriend a doctor just in case.

 

 

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