28/09/2022
Permit me to share a personal story.
🙂
One experience that never leaves me and makes me appreciate the never-ending love and mercies of God, is an incident that happened to me as a Corper at the Nonwa Gbam Tai camp, Rivers State in November of 2011.
One fateful morning, on the 3rd day of camp, I had an asthma attack. It was so bad I had to be whisked out of the camp in an ambulance with a corper doctor to accompany me to the Braithwaite Memorial Hospital (BMH) in Port Harcourt.
In the back of that ambulance I could barely breathe. I kept struggling and reaching for my face to remove imaginary "cobwebs" that were forming around my nose and mouth. That was how it felt at the time.
I remember the look on Dr. Ugona's face as she sat with me in the back of the van; she was really light skinned and I saw her face turn red with obvious fear. There was also uncertainty in her eyes but she managed to mask it with smiles and small words of encouragement.🙂💛
I also remember feeling my breath leave me- it was a struggle. Then at some point I'd beckoned on her to please rub my palms for warmth; they were cold. She touched my feet and same, then she shrieked with fright and called out to the camp commandant who had joined us in the ambulance, but sat at the front passenger seat, "find any hospital here in Eleme, we won't make it to BMH...we won't make it to BMH, we need oxygen now! Please, any hospital...we need oxygen."
I was afraid but was too tired to mutter any word. I could only say a prayer in my heart, asking for God's mercy and to not die.
Glad to say we were in luck as the ambulance driver soon located a private facility and I was immediately admitted and placed on oxygen.
We all thanked God.
Dr. Ugona could finally breathe down, my family had been contacted and my older cousin living in Port Harcourt, was already on her way to see me.
I soon became stable and was taken off oxygen, then I remember sleeping afterwards.
Later that evening, Dr Ugona would leave me to go back to camp with the ambulance and my cousin had gone back home to pack a meal or so, but then the devil struck.
The male nurse on duty was ending his shift and had decided to check on me before leaving for home.
I remember I was uneasy at the time because he fiddled with the IV flow regulator briefly and I also remember feeling he was just "showing himself", but I was too tired to say anything to him. Instead, I had just laid there watching and mostly grateful for life as I'd been at the doorsteps of death only hours ago.
Barely 5 minutes after he left, I'd started to wheeze again and very badly.
I couldn't call for help, but a lady whose daughter had just had a baby and in another ward, heard the sound of my breathing and ran to mine, only to find me struggling and gesturing for help but with no words forming.
By this time my chest heaved as I struggled to control my breathing. She rushed to me, touched my palms, they were cold; my feet, same.
She then started rubbing on them for warmth however she could, then screamed for a doctor or a nurse. She had yelled with everything in her that day; she just couldn't let go of my palms.
A young lady nurse soon rushed into my ward, but seeing me, she went into full blown panic mode. Next I heard was, "oh God, not on my shift. God not on my shift. Patient will not die on my shift."
Wawu!
I kept using hand motions to call for her help, but nurse kept praying and circling in one place.
The patient relative with me was saying stuff like, "nurse, call the doctor... don't stay here like this na... please do something...where is doctor?"
Nurse sha managed to respond that the doctor had stepped out and continued the drama of, "not on my shift."
Seeing that help was not forthcoming, the lady with me rushed out to phone the doctor.
Thankfully, he was not far away and quickly rushed in to my ward. However, it was shocking for him as he met the nurse still circling at a spot and saying, "oh God, not on my shift."
I remember seeing a visibly angry doctor, followed by questions as to why the nurse didn't first reach for the oxygen mask which was lying right next to my bed.
It all happened in seconds as the doctor at the same time had quickly put the oxygen mask on me and reached for the infusion set on the drip stand. He then asked who had tampered with the IV flow regulator and the other lady with me replied that it was the nurse who just ended his shift.
I remember the doctor telling the nurse that a patient could just have died for something that would have been avoidable.
Long story short, the IV fluid was meant to go into my body really slowly. The busybody nurse who had to show he was working even at close of his shift, came to increase its flow (perhaps so it finishes quickly, without knowing he had set on a mission to kill me).
Why am I relieving this story today? I saw a video, where a father was lamenting as he had lost his son to medical negligence.
His broken heart was evident from his voice in the video. I heard the father say the last words from the little boy were, "daddy, my heart!" 😓
My own heart broke into several pieces. The pain of losing a child is not something that can be explained.🥺
Many times I've imagined what it would have been like for my parents to have come to Eleme to receive what would have been their daughter's co**se. The pain would never have passed.
This story again has reaffirmed my concern for our healthcare system especially in the face of present realities, losing some of our best hands to 'japa'. May God help us all and may we never be victims of unfortunate events such as this.
May God heal the hearts of the grieving parents of the deceased little David and grant his soul eternal rest. Amen.
-PYwrites
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