Over the past five years I have seen many hospitals, all sorts, styles and sizes. Hospitals and their staff are interesting. Every country, every hospital is different in so many ways.
In some the staff is very authoritarian, meaning you as patient better adjust, and be quiet, stay in bed, and do as the doctor says.
In others it is more self-service. The doctor plans outlines, nurses make sure your IV and other medication is regulated, and for the rest it is DIY. Unless you drop on the floor unconscious, you can do whatever you like.
And then there is the hospital I mostly go to here. It is specialised in major trauma of every sort, from burns to brain damage, war wounds to traffic catastrophes. When they met me, I was barely alive and was flown in from a country far away. They didn't think I would survive and they kept me in a coma for a long time while they did the basic jobs necessary, not expecting anything. But of course I am stubborn and stayed alive against all odds.
They did well!
It is not their fault I need so much hospital at all. They are slowly fixing me again, bit by bit, step by step. I partially lost vision and hearing but hey! I can see and hear so that's okay. I can live with it.
I wasn't able to lift an arm, which means that apart from typing on my keyboard, and luckily being able to ride my wheelchair, a whole lot of new tricks needed to be learned to stay independent. But now they managed to give me back my freedom by fixing my right arm, and my left arm will soon follow. This makes me happy :)
After this they will start working on my back most probably. I do not expect to walk for more than a few meters/yards but that is okay. As long as they manage to decently fixate my spinal cord within my wobbly vertebrae I am happy. I love my wheelchair, but I don't love the pain and the uncertainty!
And then the rest.
Maybe one day I will tell you the rest, for now this is enough, don't you think?
Thought so ;)
<3
In some the staff is very authoritarian, meaning you as patient better adjust, and be quiet, stay in bed, and do as the doctor says.
In others it is more self-service. The doctor plans outlines, nurses make sure your IV and other medication is regulated, and for the rest it is DIY. Unless you drop on the floor unconscious, you can do whatever you like.
And then there is the hospital I mostly go to here. It is specialised in major trauma of every sort, from burns to brain damage, war wounds to traffic catastrophes. When they met me, I was barely alive and was flown in from a country far away. They didn't think I would survive and they kept me in a coma for a long time while they did the basic jobs necessary, not expecting anything. But of course I am stubborn and stayed alive against all odds.
They did well!
It is not their fault I need so much hospital at all. They are slowly fixing me again, bit by bit, step by step. I partially lost vision and hearing but hey! I can see and hear so that's okay. I can live with it.
I wasn't able to lift an arm, which means that apart from typing on my keyboard, and luckily being able to ride my wheelchair, a whole lot of new tricks needed to be learned to stay independent. But now they managed to give me back my freedom by fixing my right arm, and my left arm will soon follow. This makes me happy :)
After this they will start working on my back most probably. I do not expect to walk for more than a few meters/yards but that is okay. As long as they manage to decently fixate my spinal cord within my wobbly vertebrae I am happy. I love my wheelchair, but I don't love the pain and the uncertainty!
And then the rest.
Maybe one day I will tell you the rest, for now this is enough, don't you think?
Thought so ;)
<3
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