Saturday, February 17, 2007
WARD STORY: DAY OF THE SUICIDAL MAN - 1ST DAY
after 2 mths classroom relaxing study with monthly pays, it was payback them.
we were deployed to have our practicals in wards and applied what we had learned in our class rooms. my hell was about to begin......;9(
how the chiomissy wrestled with a crazy suicidal guy...yes in brilliant red undies at the rooftop....will he fall to his death?...of course not lah...or else i won't here telling the story right?
THE SUICIDAL PATIENT IN RED UNDIES
my first ward assignment: BOWYER'S WARD....or the dead man's ward.
i was very fresh for my very first hospital day. the motherly matron greeted me with glee cos me cute and handsome lah...hahahaha....;9)
after a brief show round, i was all hands on my job. first thing first, cleaned up all the lauhans or old men patients there. there was a rule here: MALE NURSES ONLY HANDLE MALE PATIENTS. no-no manhandling of female cos the occupational hazzard of being accused of molest was too great to risk....;9(
this was what we called dry cleaning bedridden patients or immobile one, i had to 'dry bath' them. it was a very tedious chore. u wipe soap on a moist towel go over the whole body of the patient. then go over it several times with moist towel wet with only lukewarm water.
after that, must powder patient some more. u may ask: how would i clean that private parts? good question. usually we asked the patient to do it themselves. if the patient is too weak, then no choice, the male missy would just have to clean that parts too...;9(
matron showed me to a guy in brilliant red undies tied nearest to the nurse's station. important note here: the patient nearest to this 'lookout' station is usually the most serious case. those furthest are the least serious. that explains the distance.
this young man was only in his red briefs and tied spread eagle. his body was covered with sores that were oozing with pus. he was restless. i wasn't sure why were he treated like that so couldn't be bothered and continue my dry cleaning one patient after the other.
suddenly........
we were deployed to have our practicals in wards and applied what we had learned in our class rooms. my hell was about to begin......;9(
how the chiomissy wrestled with a crazy suicidal guy...yes in brilliant red undies at the rooftop....will he fall to his death?...of course not lah...or else i won't here telling the story right?
THE SUICIDAL PATIENT IN RED UNDIES
my first ward assignment: BOWYER'S WARD....or the dead man's ward.
i was very fresh for my very first hospital day. the motherly matron greeted me with glee cos me cute and handsome lah...hahahaha....;9)
after a brief show round, i was all hands on my job. first thing first, cleaned up all the lauhans or old men patients there. there was a rule here: MALE NURSES ONLY HANDLE MALE PATIENTS. no-no manhandling of female cos the occupational hazzard of being accused of molest was too great to risk....;9(
this was what we called dry cleaning bedridden patients or immobile one, i had to 'dry bath' them. it was a very tedious chore. u wipe soap on a moist towel go over the whole body of the patient. then go over it several times with moist towel wet with only lukewarm water.
after that, must powder patient some more. u may ask: how would i clean that private parts? good question. usually we asked the patient to do it themselves. if the patient is too weak, then no choice, the male missy would just have to clean that parts too...;9(
matron showed me to a guy in brilliant red undies tied nearest to the nurse's station. important note here: the patient nearest to this 'lookout' station is usually the most serious case. those furthest are the least serious. that explains the distance.
this young man was only in his red briefs and tied spread eagle. his body was covered with sores that were oozing with pus. he was restless. i wasn't sure why were he treated like that so couldn't be bothered and continue my dry cleaning one patient after the other.
suddenly........
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