Montezuma's revenge, rubella and the agony of losing a life
I haven't been actively blogging, I reckon that's given, since this blog has been virtually quiet over the last few month. Loads has happened, some pleasant, but mostly not so.
Over the past week, i have been sort of 'under the weather' having recurrent aches and discomfort, malaise and also insomnia. I think due to all these culmination of factors, I contracted rubella. Funny that an old man like me can contract such a trivial viral infection. Anyway suffice to say that I had rashes all over which inadvertently makes me look rather "flushed".
It took me a few days to recover and during these period, I got food poisoning, hence the Montezuma's. It was a whole week of protracted discomfort and irritability. I reckon when age advances our resistance will invariably dip and when it does, all infirmity will surface.
The reason of me highlighting all these is because I had a patient yesterday, considerably young, at 42 came to me with an acute chest pain. He was strutting in nonchalantly alone and it immediately struck me as Myocardial infarction or in layman's term, a sudden heart attack. His blood pressure then was non recordable. I did my best to stabilize the patient, and called the ambulance. Ironic thing is that he felt much better also what I did and I was relieved after it became apparent that he will pull through and not lapsed away in the clinic. As per usual, the ambulance came after 45 mins, which in a medical emergency situation, "deplorable", even his brother, whom i manage to contract reach faster even though he was situated further away.
Well, i did my part, sent him to the hospital much to my relieve and believe that he will be able to pull through, much to my chagrin, all was well until they instituted treated for heart attack to him in the tertiary hospital. He collapsed and died according to his brother who made it an effort to inform me. It's sad especially when you've done all you can but inspite of doing everything, you still lose a life. This was one of the reason why I didn't want to work in a hospital. The emotions and the tense situation was just a tad too much for me.
I reckon life can be what you want it to be, perhaps seeing someone slip away relatively young should be a wake up call for me as it should be for everyone?
Over the past week, i have been sort of 'under the weather' having recurrent aches and discomfort, malaise and also insomnia. I think due to all these culmination of factors, I contracted rubella. Funny that an old man like me can contract such a trivial viral infection. Anyway suffice to say that I had rashes all over which inadvertently makes me look rather "flushed".
It took me a few days to recover and during these period, I got food poisoning, hence the Montezuma's. It was a whole week of protracted discomfort and irritability. I reckon when age advances our resistance will invariably dip and when it does, all infirmity will surface.
The reason of me highlighting all these is because I had a patient yesterday, considerably young, at 42 came to me with an acute chest pain. He was strutting in nonchalantly alone and it immediately struck me as Myocardial infarction or in layman's term, a sudden heart attack. His blood pressure then was non recordable. I did my best to stabilize the patient, and called the ambulance. Ironic thing is that he felt much better also what I did and I was relieved after it became apparent that he will pull through and not lapsed away in the clinic. As per usual, the ambulance came after 45 mins, which in a medical emergency situation, "deplorable", even his brother, whom i manage to contract reach faster even though he was situated further away.
Well, i did my part, sent him to the hospital much to my relieve and believe that he will be able to pull through, much to my chagrin, all was well until they instituted treated for heart attack to him in the tertiary hospital. He collapsed and died according to his brother who made it an effort to inform me. It's sad especially when you've done all you can but inspite of doing everything, you still lose a life. This was one of the reason why I didn't want to work in a hospital. The emotions and the tense situation was just a tad too much for me.
I reckon life can be what you want it to be, perhaps seeing someone slip away relatively young should be a wake up call for me as it should be for everyone?
posted by mercuri2000 at
8:59 AM
3 Comments:
Isn't it ironic, that there's nothing like dying to remind us to live more?
By
Anonymous, at December 09, 2008 1:15 PM
Meaning he could be saved if the hospital had taken the necessary step?
By
iml, at December 09, 2008 8:14 PM
iml, I don't think it appropriate for me to judge but I surmise that he'd stand a better chance of surviving elsewhere.
bunny, death is but a wake-up call for the living.
By
mercuri2000, at December 29, 2008 2:37 PM
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