The story takes its start when I felt a great pain in my body. I was shivering with cold. Everyone knew that these symptoms are same as malaria. Two of my sisters took me to the emergency ward of our God blessed (or shall I say God forsaken :) hospital Pakistan Institute of Medical Sciences (PIMS).
Before going any further, I would like to inform my readers about the hospital. It is the biggest hospital in Islamabad. It deals with thousands of patients daily. Patients include from having miner injuries to big surgeries. It is the busiest hospital of the city.
I was taken in to the emergency ward. First, my blood pressure and temperature was taken. Blood pressure was fine but then the nurse never bothered to take the sleeves off my two thick jackets I was wearing due to extreme shivering so one will never know in reality what the blood pressure actually was. I was dying with pain all over my body as my muscles were very rigged after more then an hours violent shivering.. Moreover, the attendant was not sure which doctor would examine me. I had to shift three stools before a doctor was ready to see me ever so reluctantly.
At last, a doctor came to me and examined me. The examination contained listening to what ever my sisters had to say with half closed watery eyes and complete lake of interest. He decided to admit me and ask my sister to go and find an empty bed, which was found after running back and forth to all the room twice as no one knew where what was available. Apparently, if you go to the toilet without leaving some one to guard your bed, you might find some one else laying there on your return. Not to mention the filth on the bed sheet that my sisters had to spread their jackets under me to lie on so that I will not touch the disgusting sheet.
The next shock came when he asked the nurse to administer a drip with 6 big doses of injections with any test or pre-meditation about what my case or cause was… When my sister inquired what the diagnostic was, he said it might be this, that, or the other thing. One must wonder what the medicine was for this, that or the other thing
Well well well, the misery does not end here. Yes, there is much more to tell :)
A male nurse came inside the room with three syringes. It took him five minutes to not find a vein. I suddenly jumped and the room was full of screams, the needle was killing me but he was not ready to pull it out until my sister yelled at him. Then he pulled it out and said it just got bended in side that’s all… AHHHHHHGGGGHHH. Can you believe that? He knew it but would take it out until some one almost strangled him.
There was so much pain and the noise in the ward was making it even worst. People were running around chatting at top of their lungs, cell phone ringing and what not my God. It looked like a Machli Mandi, with all sorts of hawkers selling their goods or as if it was a zoo not a hospital where monkeys are having party and elephants are running from one corner to another.
It was not all only painful though; there was humor available as well. It all started with a doctor hitting on my sister. It is quite common in our society for men to try to line maro on girls but some are more idiotic then others and this one toped them all. To try to find a common ground desperately he complained that no girls come to this hospital in modern clothing and we were all wondering what that has to do with patients showing up in emergency ward. It is not a nightclub after all or a fashion runway. We were betting at the end of that brilliant conversation how long would it take him to ask for one or our phone numbers for his lonely life.
Anyways after four long hours in hell, I was finally discharged from the emergency ward and sent back home with heavy doss of medicine. Three days later, I learned I had Malaria but I was taking Typhoid medicine. Great Eh.
Moral of the story for me was; always read up on different problems, their symptoms and possible treatment knowledge so that no one will make a fool of me again. I will advise you to do that same and take your life in your own hands at least as long as next generation when may be our children will make better doctors, just maybe.
Best of luck for if you ever get sick within this lifetime within Islamabad, but hey its not all that bad, you might get date out of it if you are willing take any fool that comes your way ;)
Cheers