Amongst the Thorns, She Fights!

Concussions and Nepotism.

So, over two weeks ago, I had an accident.

Anyone who knows me well, or even not so well, would know I’m pretty accident prone, or would even  go as far to say that Murphy, that little bastard was laughing his head off when I was created, cos since I have been born, I have had these little, or not so little, “accidents”.

Some of them have included falling into a well; slipped on a mat and went flying (I flew) and landed on my chin, splitting it open; having a sports accident and tearing my ACL into two, or the most recent by one; –  having a curtain pole come hurling down on my forehead (my 2nd concussion) last year to which I responded to Murphy in the following manner;

Murphy. You Rascal!

So just when I was thinking that Murphy’s gone on holiday, he reminds me not to thank my stars. He does so by making sure that I see some at least.

So today, during an impromptu black out, I tried to open the curtain to let in some light into the because seriously candles aren’t always very effective. They don’t necessarily stay put do they? The flames I mean, weird things, dancing about.  Anyways, I approached the curtain which starts from the roof which is like 10ft high and basically tugged to the side. And then the unthinkable happens. The wooden curtain pole hauls itself towards my direction and what ensues is a Mt. Everest in the making.

I think I have a concussion.

So, that was from a year back.

This year, on the 1st of March, I shot upward into a concrete bar, whilst walking up the stairs of an office building.  Did I see it? NO I didn’t, because I was trying to make sure I didn’t slip on the slipper steep steps. Did it hurt? You bet the mother-load of hurt it did. Did people hear the impact? The person with me swears he did, which he did whilst laughing his head off! Did it leave repercussions, oh boy you would NOT believe.

See, I didn’t go to see the Doctor on the day of the accident. One, I’m not the type to make a fuss over an accident, well because I AM accident prone, and two, well because I hate hospitals with a passion. BUT because my symptoms kept getting worse, my friends felt that the doctor was someone I should meet. So I did, a bit late (about 4 days later) but nevertheless did, and the doctor scared me. She instantly wrote me a letter to get an MRI to rule out any possibilities, and I went home. The next day, my mother who’s in the medical field, specialising in ophthalmology, sent me to her colleagues at the Eye Hospital.

Now, when I went there, I went looking for Aunty S, who’s my mother’s bestfriend and batchmate. Once I found her, she took me to see Seekku Uncle, who’s a specialist in double vision and the likes (I think). So, he sat me down, and then they did the simplest test on me, they found that my vision has gotten worse (I wear glasses anyway), and that it had gotten to the point where I couldnt read anything past the first 3 lines. And then came the big tests. (Sigh)

Mind you the vision impairment is nothing compared to the annoying heightened hearing and buzzing in my ear , as well as the body numbing headaches I constantly suffered.

This brings me to the point I was getting at. Nepotism. It’s a funny thing isn’t it? Sri Lanka brims with it, politically and socially, it’s everywhere. Nowadays if you know someone of the self-proclaimed royal family of the island, you can get  job even if you haven’t passed your A/Ls, not that I’m saying that people who have experience shouldn’t be able to get high ranking jobs, because I’ve seen people who have come up ranks and I think it’s great. What I mean is the fact that you take so many shortcuts and don’t really exercise your potential but exercise others power and control to get things done.

Now, in my case, my mother had her colleagues check my eyes out. What they told me was quite horrifying, because they told me my eye muscles had been affected by the concussion (I did mention that this was my third), and it would take me a minimum of 2 months to recover. I felt my face fall.  Also, Aunty S went onto try and make me feel better (or something of that sort – not that it helped). She said, “you shouldn’t worry, normally if you were any one of the streets, we couldn’t have conducted so many tests on you, but because you are my bestfriend’s and colleagues daughter, we’re doing these tests to make sure that everything is in order so you’ll know what is wrong exactly, and also to be cautious, you should go ahead with the MRI“.

What happens if a person who had a more serious concussion, but didn’t have a cracked-open-head walked in, and they didn’t take them seriously, and sent them off with “oh-you’ll-be-fine-take-these-medicines-and-come-back-in-two-weeks” attitude? What if in the meantime something else happened to them because their condition wasn’t diagnosed properly, what if they disregarded it and let it slip. Why must we have nepotism to get something done better, especially in the medical world. Every person in this world has the right to medical attention, but WHY must our doctors, para-medical or nursing staff make favourites, and give some people more precedence than others. Is it right? Seriously IS IT?  Haven’t Doctors taken a pledge?

The Modern Version of the ancient Hippocratic Oath states the following;

  • I swear to fulfill, to the best of my ability and judgment, this covenant:
  • I will respect the hard-won scientific gains of those physicians in whose steps I walk, and gladly share such knowledge as is mine with those who are to follow.
  • I will apply, for the benefit of the sick, all measures [that] are required, avoiding those twin traps of overtreatment and therapeutic nihilism.
  • I will remember that there is art to medicine as well as science, and that warmth, sympathy, and understanding may outweigh the surgeon’s knife or the chemist’s drug.
  • I will not be ashamed to say “I know not,” nor will I fail to call in my colleagues when the skills of another are needed for a patient’s recovery.
  • I will respect the privacy of my patients, for their problems are not disclosed to me that the world may know. Most especially must I tread with care in matters of life and death. If it is given me to save a life, all thanks. But it may also be within my power to take a life; this awesome responsibility must be faced with great humbleness and awareness of my own frailty. Above all, I must not play at God.
  • I will remember that I do not treat a fever chart, a cancerous growth, but a sick human being, whose illness may affect the person’s family and economic stability. My responsibility includes these related problems, if I am to care adequately for the sick.
  • I will prevent disease whenever I can, for prevention is preferable to cure.
  • I will remember that I remain a member of society, with special obligations to all my fellow human beings, those sound of mind and body as well as the infirm.
  • If I do not violate this oath, may I enjoy life and art, respected while I live and remembered with affection thereafter. May I always act so as to preserve the finest traditions of my calling and may I long experience the joy of healing those who seek my help.

I stress on the part which states “I will apply, for the benefit of the sick, all measures [that] are required, avoiding those twin traps of overtreatment and therapeutic nihilism.

I call it the Hypocritical Oath, and really it’s merely a farce nowadays with only a few actually caring doctor who actually in my opinion have the right to be honoured by the title he or she is given. So many people don’t do what they can, or are lazy to what they could do, and at times leave prejudice by their sides to govern the doctrines they have amassed.

I am disgusted, by our system, I am thoroughly disgusted where society has come to a point where their efficiency is looked up whether the person requiring a service from you is indeed connected to you in some way.

In my opinion politics and nepotism aren’t things that should be entwined with medicine, because you are messing with a person’s life and a family’s world, and the actions you take to disregard their health concerns could seriously bring malice and blood will be in some form in your hands.

6 responses

  1. murphy must die!!

    anyway *hugs* get well soon 🙂

    doctors are the same as everyone, human and imperfect, just that they read out this ancient oath thingy and changed the suffix infront of their name.

    March 20, 2010 at 2:58 pm

  2. Chavie

    You fell into a well? 😯

    I agree with your post… sad that everyone doesn’t get due treatment and due attention… 😦

    March 20, 2010 at 3:23 pm

  3. Couldn’t agree more. That said, I think one of the problems is the sheer volume of patients that need treatment. If the doctors were to do all the tests they did on you on everyone, they’d only be able to see a few people each day…which would be disastrous for the waiting list. The staff are overworked (and underpaid, although that shouldn’t be the incentive to work in healthcare) and the facilities are grossly inadequate for the treatment that needs to be delivered (especially in the state sector)…so they do the bare minimum and hope that that’s enough. Only those who muscle their way through the system (using ‘contacts’) can be sure of getting the treatment that everyone deserves.

    For the situation to change, we need to develop the peripheral units and divert the crowds from Colombo, but that takes money and time – and we don’t have enough of either to stem the suffering.

    March 20, 2010 at 4:55 pm

  4. Adnan

    hehe. there’s a guy called shukry (i’m sure you know him) who you should talk to. he pretty much gives it to the doctors who give him the whole default ‘take two panadols and you’ll be fine’ bit.

    and i think that’s something we should also do. we let this attitude grow by not saying anything. we see it all around. we comment on it. yet we (myself included) are all guilty of silence.

    just a thought. 🙂

    hugs paviiii .. get better soon.

    March 20, 2010 at 7:33 pm

  5. Black, I though i was accident central, but this post blew me off!
    I have broken all of my limbs at least once:S

    I’m really sorry about your situation!

    Lets try and take it easy, okay?

    X X
    Get well soon!!!

    Cheers!

    March 20, 2010 at 10:38 pm

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