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A day in the hospital can bring you thinking about the different phases of life people are facing somewhere. My sister was recently diagnosed with dengue and fortunately did not get worse and she was only confined for three days. I had 1 visit during that time since I'm in Laguna during weekdays and I cannot go to East Avenue just yet.
The confined person right beside us (we are in a shared room) drank 10 BioFlu, 10 Decolgen, and 10 something else, basically 1 banig of each and he collapsed. He said he usually had fights with his father and that brought him to attempt suicide-- failed though. He was interviewed by some students and he said he had no regrets with what happened. Well, for me he was plain idiot. A coward. If you want to commit suicide, make it painful. Bloody. Splat. So you are sure dead. There's nothing worse than failing to commit suicide. He chose the painless way of dying. For that he was a coward. For deciding to die facing problems, that's double coward. Nurses actually hated him. Why would you waste time on somebody who wants to die? Somebody who did not care for his life?
The person on the opposite side also had dengue. With dengue, you are actually required to buy syringes everytime they need to get blood from you for blood test. A syringe cost 2.25 in that hospital. And the parent of that boy cannot buy one. Php 2.25.
Those who cannot pay for the hospital bill are sent to the basement where you'll smell damp soil. It has poor ventilation and there are a lot of you sharing rooms. You'll actually get more sick staying there for a day. Even with Social Welfare discounts, they still cannot afford to pay the bill, therefore, increasing the bill everyday.
One night, my mother was watching over my sister when a lady, who she met in the observation ward, was walking on the floor. My mother called her asking how she was doing. She said that she was just walking around after realizing that the Social Welfare was closed and she cannot buy her daughter an 80-pesos worth of dextrose. Her husband is back in Payatas working hard on the garbage just to cure their daughter's low potassium level. My mother had to lend her the money (Php100, then the lady returned for the change and promised to pay back), though my mother decided not to expect.
With these situations, one can imagine how lucky you are being able to read this in the first place (I mean, you can afford internet) while there are those who are plainly miserable. Sometimes we think that life is treating us so bad. But actually, some child is suffering worse. We should just be happy with what we have. Don't surrender on your problems or try to make your life complicated as there are those who are simply ground zero.
I was crying in the hidden stairs of the hospital, thinking about my sister. Then, I realized there is hope. Something you should never lose. If some people can survive their miseries, then, so are you!
The confined person right beside us (we are in a shared room) drank 10 BioFlu, 10 Decolgen, and 10 something else, basically 1 banig of each and he collapsed. He said he usually had fights with his father and that brought him to attempt suicide-- failed though. He was interviewed by some students and he said he had no regrets with what happened. Well, for me he was plain idiot. A coward. If you want to commit suicide, make it painful. Bloody. Splat. So you are sure dead. There's nothing worse than failing to commit suicide. He chose the painless way of dying. For that he was a coward. For deciding to die facing problems, that's double coward. Nurses actually hated him. Why would you waste time on somebody who wants to die? Somebody who did not care for his life?
The person on the opposite side also had dengue. With dengue, you are actually required to buy syringes everytime they need to get blood from you for blood test. A syringe cost 2.25 in that hospital. And the parent of that boy cannot buy one. Php 2.25.
Those who cannot pay for the hospital bill are sent to the basement where you'll smell damp soil. It has poor ventilation and there are a lot of you sharing rooms. You'll actually get more sick staying there for a day. Even with Social Welfare discounts, they still cannot afford to pay the bill, therefore, increasing the bill everyday.
One night, my mother was watching over my sister when a lady, who she met in the observation ward, was walking on the floor. My mother called her asking how she was doing. She said that she was just walking around after realizing that the Social Welfare was closed and she cannot buy her daughter an 80-pesos worth of dextrose. Her husband is back in Payatas working hard on the garbage just to cure their daughter's low potassium level. My mother had to lend her the money (Php100, then the lady returned for the change and promised to pay back), though my mother decided not to expect.
With these situations, one can imagine how lucky you are being able to read this in the first place (I mean, you can afford internet) while there are those who are plainly miserable. Sometimes we think that life is treating us so bad. But actually, some child is suffering worse. We should just be happy with what we have. Don't surrender on your problems or try to make your life complicated as there are those who are simply ground zero.
I was crying in the hidden stairs of the hospital, thinking about my sister. Then, I realized there is hope. Something you should never lose. If some people can survive their miseries, then, so are you!
