Encounter with the Medical Team
I went to the general outpatient clinic with parents as my dad has been complaining he's not feeling well.
We walked across the street from one building to another that a regular person could make it in 10 minutes but he has to spend more than half an hour to do so. And it hurts when you saw him walking slowly and wobbly, wheezing and taking a lot of break in between. The medical consultation ended up to being picked up by an ambulance and a visit to the ER of another hospital.
Though I work in a hospital, the public hospital is totally an opposite to a private one. It's a week day but the ER unit is very full. Mom and I were happy that he received medical attention quite quickly. Each of the nurses has to probably take care of more than 10-15 patients. After an chest X-ray and ECG, he was sent to the medical ward for further investigation.
It didn't seem to be a shock to him that he ended up in the hospital. I actually felt it's more assuring that the doctor made the decision for him for further investigations. Mom might need to visit him every day but it could be a relief to her to hear all the complaints he made at home. After all, he couldn't get out of the apartment for 10 days and you could tell he's quite upset.
I had thought that it might be an orthopaedic problem but the doctor explained to me today that more examinations are required to investigate if there are any further problems. It's a very young female doctor seeing my dad but she seems to be very caring.
Imagine there are probably a hundred of patients in each ward with around 3-4 nurses and 2 - 3 healthcare assistants. Every time I asked the nurses, they will tell you, "Wait a minute, we will get it for you or you have to arrange it yourself." I guess they're so busy that they just keep saying the same thing all the time. I remember how the doctor was like in the government's general outpatient clinic, he just spoke so fast and a bit blunt. How could he expect the old people could give him the answers without being intimidated. I guess he was stressed to see so many patients in a day and found it hard to communicate with the elderly, that's all.
It's the first time my dad stayed in hospital. I have already found him ageing so fast in a sudden. And luckily he agreed to receive the medical attention before being too late.
We walked across the street from one building to another that a regular person could make it in 10 minutes but he has to spend more than half an hour to do so. And it hurts when you saw him walking slowly and wobbly, wheezing and taking a lot of break in between. The medical consultation ended up to being picked up by an ambulance and a visit to the ER of another hospital.
Though I work in a hospital, the public hospital is totally an opposite to a private one. It's a week day but the ER unit is very full. Mom and I were happy that he received medical attention quite quickly. Each of the nurses has to probably take care of more than 10-15 patients. After an chest X-ray and ECG, he was sent to the medical ward for further investigation.
It didn't seem to be a shock to him that he ended up in the hospital. I actually felt it's more assuring that the doctor made the decision for him for further investigations. Mom might need to visit him every day but it could be a relief to her to hear all the complaints he made at home. After all, he couldn't get out of the apartment for 10 days and you could tell he's quite upset.
I had thought that it might be an orthopaedic problem but the doctor explained to me today that more examinations are required to investigate if there are any further problems. It's a very young female doctor seeing my dad but she seems to be very caring.
Imagine there are probably a hundred of patients in each ward with around 3-4 nurses and 2 - 3 healthcare assistants. Every time I asked the nurses, they will tell you, "Wait a minute, we will get it for you or you have to arrange it yourself." I guess they're so busy that they just keep saying the same thing all the time. I remember how the doctor was like in the government's general outpatient clinic, he just spoke so fast and a bit blunt. How could he expect the old people could give him the answers without being intimidated. I guess he was stressed to see so many patients in a day and found it hard to communicate with the elderly, that's all.
It's the first time my dad stayed in hospital. I have already found him ageing so fast in a sudden. And luckily he agreed to receive the medical attention before being too late.
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