And now I will tell you why going full private is the way for me . . .
A lot of colleagues know that going full private means you have nothing to do with hospitals. You go to your clinic in the morning and hope patients come. You do what you can and go back home, only to return again in the evening. Cool. You are in control of yourself. No headaches about nurese not reporting to duty, no missing stuff in the theater, no gloves available in the OPD. Sounds familiar?
I had a rather bad experience while working once in the hospital. It had nothing to do with luck of stuf, but bad practice. You see this hospital is almost like a private one, people have to pay for everything, from entrance fees to surgery and beds. Unfortunately they had a no tolerance rule for unpaying clients who regularly turn up at the hospital not knowing about the costs expected.
So one day a woman turned up at 12 mid-night with bleeding, clear an abortion and she needs quick assessment care less she bleeds to death. Imagine my utter dismay when the hospital staff turned her away because she couldn’t pay. She sat there in her pool of blood, an impending shock. They were adamant, even refused my offer to cover some of the cost when she couldn’t afford. It pains when money comes before life!
Many people would think I went private for the money. Not at all. Maybe I was not cut to be a medic? Maybe I am too faint hearted, couldn’t bear to see the inequality in tretament? Maybe. My reason may sound flimsy to you, but not for me! But I guess sitting in my own little OPD is my way of contributing towards the whole. Oneday, I am going back there.
You maybe wondering what happened to the lady? At least the hospital got her into an ambulance and carried her to another hospital. She survived. Could we call that a happy sad ending?
