Gods In Hospital

Two years ago I lost my father. He was admitted Bajo hospital in. When my father's condition went worst mom summoned me to the hospital from Punakha. In the door to the cabin labeled 2 was where my father was admitted. There was this God women in the door way wet cleaning and flooding away whatever that came in her way. "Watch it boy. I'm cleaning. Ooh is he your father?" She said. That time I wanted no god like her to talk with but as a respect to that God women I said "Yes". Then she said, "I think he's got no hope". Really????? Is that how people console someone who has his parent living last time of their life? Was she trying to get me out of her cleaning area or did she just broke a little hope that I rated 10/10 that my father will call me 'chora' (son) again.

I wanted to react on her but my father was important her. I sat on a tool beside my father and it then that all good moments and sacrifices that he did for me and my family came rushing in my mind and I couldn’t stop myself from weeping. My mom was seated at the other corner of the room lost in gaze with tired eyes but still hopes and support for my father that he can do it. After a while a young doctor came who I got confused for a ward boy. He checked glucose level and claimed it was low. He pierced my father’s hand over and over again but he didn’t find the blood vessel. I could imagine how painful would that be. Then I concluded that those doctors war just titled doctors. They couldn’t diagnose anything.

When they could produce no conclusion, finally one doctor suggested for Thimphu Referral Hospital. He also said “The way is too long. He’ll not survive. He’ll die”. He was the second god making his prediction and deciding for my father when he couldn’t even produce a clear report about the condition, forget about glucose supply and piercing things. On reaching Thimphu where the whole matter was handled by great doctors, the real Gods who did everything expertly. They gave me and my mother good hopes that my mother went for a cup of tea. But hopes were shattered and the only man whom I could address father no more lived.

A year and a half later my neighbor uncle was admitted in the same Bajo hospital. I was in college. My mom said he was showing some improvement, started eating well and responded to the visitors. Until one day a doctor (the third god) showed up and directly said in front of the patient and other visitors that he will surely die because his organs are all damaged. It was from that point on that he quit eating and his health got worst and worst and…….. Did he really died with peace?? This is the question I want to ask that doctor.

I wrote this article not to share my story but to single out those heartless health workers and the staffs who think they are gods and cause pain to the patient and the relatives. May be they are tired of their job or maybe they don’t like seeing people. But they are health workers and they should do their job. There are many other health workers who lose their patience seeing patient. They hate their job and pour their hatred to their patient. I haven’t mentioned the names of those three evil gods because I want people to suggest me what is right.

If you find such doctors, we should write something for them. Let us make them visible to the world.

PS: Doctors, you were assigned to save lives, not to take.

PPS: You will burn in hell if u don’t have quilt and if u don’t quit murdering hopes.