I've been going to the Provincial Hospital every Monday night, but still can't get over their set-up. It baffles the mind... I understand that it's the Philippines and I understand that it's a public, government hospital.
I don't understand why they staff nurses. Last night was the first time I actually saw a nurse enter a room to do something - she had 2 shots in her hand. I usually see the staff sitting around a table that is behind the main entrance, or sitting at the various stations in each hallway - seemingly busy with paperwork.
I don't understand why the place is filthy. The windows and screens are caked with dirt and dust; floors show no signs of having been scrubbed and polished; dust is everywhere; oxygen tanks are ancient. Don't get me started on the CR (bathroom)...
I don't understand why a boy who broke his leg has been in this place for 4 months. Maybe it's because they didn't set it properly, or because he can't elevate his leg, or because there is no such thing as physical therapy (or it's not an option for him because he can't afford it) or because he can't afford crutches.
I don't understand why you are required to bring EVERYTHING you need to the hospital if you have to stay here. NOTHING is provided, which means you bring your own sheets, pillows, blankets. There is NO food, so your family/provider must bring your 3 meals per day. NO water is provided so whatever you drink must be brought in. Bedpans - no such thing. Forget having your forehead washed with cool water - there are no washcloths and no basins to be found. We did find an ice machine, but it costs money, so forget getting an ice pack in this hospital.
What I do understand is that everyone deserves a little dignity - some quality time and a smile. So, in the midst of this dark place, I can squelch my frustration, put on a smile and spend a few minutes with someone who had the great misfortune of ending up in this place.
"For I was hungry and you gave me something to eat, I was thirsty and you gave me something to drink, I was a stranger and you invited me in, I needed clothes and you clothed me, I was sick and you looked after me, I was in prison and you came to visit me."
puts a whole different spin on healthcare in the states. You are the presence of Jesus on Monday nights...and, paradoxically for yourself, you are ministering to Jesus. Beautiful.
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