Encounters in an I.C.U., and the I.C.U. is a sort of a microcosm of the world, because there are, an assortment of people staying in there, translated…
Because of my heart surgery, for the very first time in my life, I’d checked into the I.C.U. The six hours I was conscious, I’d heard an assortment of conversation between the people all around me, the patients, the nurses, the doctors, as well as the exchanges with the family members too.
this is what people usually picture when they think of an I.C.U., not my photo…
There was a man who had a stroke, he’d been here three days, he’s forty-four years ago, and a “trouble-maker” in the nurses’ views. The nurses retold, how he’d had a stroke in his arms and legs, and wouldn’t lie still, still attempted to get up a lot, making it dangerous for himself, and they’d warned him, that if he’d fallen off the bed, he’ll turn into a “cabbage” (a vegetable). I’d heard him wondered, and wanted his wife to come to him, the nurse told him, “it’s not time for the visitor’s hours yet, what would she do here?”, he’d said, in a barely audible voice, “I can’t feel settled without her near.”
And, hearing his answer, I’d felt that shock inside. A man in his prime had a stroke, and still needed to look after his wife and young, this sort of a trial can cause a man to feel completely helpless, and I can empathize with him as a man too. The nurse’s told him, that he’d still needed to abide by the rules, that he needs to work hard in physical therapy.
On another bed, was a seventy-year-old elderly man, he can still move around and about on his own, he was sent in for fainting, he is in the I.C.U. for observations and treatment. As the nurse arrived at his quarter, asked the families the basic information, and asked if this elderly man had any conditions. His daughter replied, “diabetes and hypertension, but, I don’t’ know if there’s one more that would count?”, the nurse inquired, “what is it?” His daughter replied, “a BAD temper!”, it’d made everybody in the I.C.U. laugh. The nurse told her that it didn’t count, his daughter continued, “he really enjoyed cussing people out, careful, you all might get yelled at!”, the nurse told the daughter humorously, “if he scolds me, I’ll cry!”, and everybody started laughing as we heard. The cold dead air in the I.C.U. thawed out all of a sudden.
and this too, not my photo still…
After I’d stayed in the I.C.U. for six whole hours, I was successfully transferred back into the regular wards, but the man with the stroke’s sorrowful talk, it’d, stayed with me, I hoped that he would be able to get through his low, and cope with his stroke bravely, and work hard with the doctors, so he can get his old life back again.
So, the hospital is a miniature of the world, as there are, a wide variety of different sorts of people, and, everybody has something to share, and you can learn something, if you only, listen to how they’d interacted with each other, along with the outside world…
Life, the Obstacle Course 