A Night in Emergency Ward

Last month (Feb, 09) I lost my Grandmother. She died because of Brain Haemorrhage. She was living at my native place. She was referred to Jaipur & there she was admitted in a hospital. Incidentally I was also in Jaipur that day to attend 3-4 marriage functions.
When we took her to hospital then doctors said nothing is remained in her body. She is more or less like a dead body. But we requested them a lot to admit her. So, they admitted her in Emergency Ward & there she was breathing through artificial respiration, which is pumped by us.

The situation inside Emergency Ward was…. Horrible. The condition of all the patients inside the ward was very critical. Every one of them was fighting with life. None of our family member was able to stand inside that ward, but one of us have to stand by grandma as we have to pump that respiration system.

Then me & one of my uncle decided that we will pump that system alternately & that’s where started the journey. That night I realized what is life & what does it mean to our family, our friends, and people around us. I was there for whole night. That night almost every 30 min a patient was admitted. One of them were admitted because of “I am not so drunk, I can drive” attitude
He was around 27-28 yrs old & faced a severe accident, when he was admitted to hospital; I saw he was so drunk that everyone in that ward can smell. Doctors perform CT scan of his head but everything was right. He was unconscious & he was so drunk that doctors said they can’t do anything until or unless he comes out of that state. He was from a very rich family. They called all the big doctors but all of them said the same thing. His whole family along with his just married wife was sitting out there & they were crying like anything.
Another patient, whose condition was worse than earlier one, was fallen from terrace; he was admitted in very critical condition. There was 1” inch deep 2” X 2” hole in his head. His face was completely covered by blood, his body was completely RED. After I saw his condition, I was like about to vomit. That guy was in conscious state & the best part was he was consoling his family.
That night I realized how tough a surgeon’s job is. They are supposed to be a HITLER. It requires a hell lot of guts to do the job what they are doing.
I can’t explain the journey of whole night, around 19-20 patients were admitted that night. Out of which 2 people died. They died in front of me & I can’t explain that scenario. For a moment I forgot the condition of my grandma.

I passed the whole night in this trauma. Here & there everywhere were patients, blood, shouts, and cries. Next morning they discharged our grandma & we come back to our native place but I was not able to sleep for lot many days. Those moments were revolving around my mind. A day later my grandma passed away but in her last days she taught me “Please do not take your life for granted. It means a lot to lot many people”.