15-09-09
i really hate hospitals... everything about it, the smell, the noise, and the fact that if you need to go there, most of the time it means that you or someone you care about is not well. If you are not going to see a new baby, it's just not worth it...First of all, the rooms all seem so small no matter how much you pay per night or per day. Staying to care for someone means that you are probably going to sit all day, but hooray, it also means you now have time to catch up on your reading, update blog, watch the tv shows you've been missing some episodes of, and finally opening the envelopes you've been ignoring since you don't really need to see the bills, thanks to direct debit.
Nurses:
My mother needs to have blood transfusion, 4 bags is what she needs. Her vitals need to be checked every 15 minutes during the course of transfusion and no offense to my nurse friends but for Pete's sakes, why do they need to come in groups all the time, 1 nurse for body temp, 1 for blood pressure, 1 for checking if the flow of blood is just about right, and another one who does nothing...what the?!
Meal:
Steamed fish - unsalted and smells like it's fresh out of the fisherman's net
Steamed rice - overcooked
steamed vegetables - not cooked enough
small slice of papaya - why is it still green?
Goodluck eating that mother!
Visitors:
You can't help but be thankful to all the relatives and friends who make time to show that they care. And the more visitors you have in a day, the more food supply you get... goldilocks rolls, fortune hopia ube, cookies, biscuits, mamon, red ribbon to name a few.
Long time:
Sometimes, hospital can also be a place where you'll be reminded that you know a lot of other people... like highschool batchmates who work at the front desk of the hospital, gradeschool friends who are also employees, a distant cousin who is also there for a loved one, and an old neighbor who is waiting for his new baby's arrival. Not a nice place for such reacquaintances...
Still...
amidst all the complaints and these good but fattening food, bottomline: the patient is doing okay.. so thank you OLPMC, you've been good to our family for the past few years...
i really hate hospitals... everything about it, the smell, the noise, and the fact that if you need to go there, most of the time it means that you or someone you care about is not well. If you are not going to see a new baby, it's just not worth it...First of all, the rooms all seem so small no matter how much you pay per night or per day. Staying to care for someone means that you are probably going to sit all day, but hooray, it also means you now have time to catch up on your reading, update blog, watch the tv shows you've been missing some episodes of, and finally opening the envelopes you've been ignoring since you don't really need to see the bills, thanks to direct debit.
Nurses:
My mother needs to have blood transfusion, 4 bags is what she needs. Her vitals need to be checked every 15 minutes during the course of transfusion and no offense to my nurse friends but for Pete's sakes, why do they need to come in groups all the time, 1 nurse for body temp, 1 for blood pressure, 1 for checking if the flow of blood is just about right, and another one who does nothing...what the?!
Meal:
Steamed fish - unsalted and smells like it's fresh out of the fisherman's net
Steamed rice - overcooked
steamed vegetables - not cooked enough
small slice of papaya - why is it still green?
Goodluck eating that mother!
Visitors:
You can't help but be thankful to all the relatives and friends who make time to show that they care. And the more visitors you have in a day, the more food supply you get... goldilocks rolls, fortune hopia ube, cookies, biscuits, mamon, red ribbon to name a few.
Long time:
Sometimes, hospital can also be a place where you'll be reminded that you know a lot of other people... like highschool batchmates who work at the front desk of the hospital, gradeschool friends who are also employees, a distant cousin who is also there for a loved one, and an old neighbor who is waiting for his new baby's arrival. Not a nice place for such reacquaintances...
Still...
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