Experiences

We now have one nurse and clerk for the day. However my predicament remains the same. We still haven't got anyone for the night. Me and the sweeper handle the hospital from 6pm to 9am. I'm proud to say that I have learnt how to manually run generators and check motors.
It just struck me that over these two hospitals I have gathered a wealth of experiences. The medical side in rjn and the non medical side here. God is really honing me for his purposes.
Thank you lord. You are the potter I am the clay.

Ray of hope

Situation here is still status quo. However things are looking up. There was a 'board' meeting today. (Note : the board meets only when there are major catastrophic events like this mass exodus). Two new nurses have been appointed. A new administrator has replaced the old.
Also there was an earthquake in indonesia with tsunami warnings in tamil nadu. And the SIT committee found Modi 'not guilty' (what shit!) .
I have finally gotten the hang of the pharmacy and am dispensing drugs with great flourish. :-)
Let's see aage aage kya hota hai....

The end

There's good news and bad news. Let's start with the good news. The strike has ended. The bad news is they have all left. All the 8 staff on strike handed in their resignations and have left for home.
The lab, pharmacy and nursing dept have no members. We have been reduced from a strength of 15 to 7. However the patient load remains the same.
In the midst of all this, we did a caesarean. The baby and mother are fine. The operation however was pure chaos and anarchy. I am working day in and day out.
When will this end Lord? When?

Strike update

There was no change in work load.
No change in timings.
Management seems quite comfortable with the situation. We're taking poisonings, accidents, assaults et al. Inpatients and outpatients. Dressings and suturings. Caesars and fevers.
Absolute chaos. Mayhem.
I'm going mad.

Strike!

I came into work today. 6 pm. My usual. Except that nothing was the usual. The hospital wore a deserted look. Even on a Monday wich was our busiest. I was quickly updated on the situation. All the nurses and support staff were on strike.
For the first time I'm experiencing a strike. I now know what it feels like. To be all alone. To have to do everything by yourself. From the moment a patient walks in, making patient cards, checking weight and temperature, seeing the patient, dispensing drugs, billing....
We go on. We've cut down our admissions. Reduced work load. A single shift. Ten to ten. The hospital is closed and bolted the rest of the time.
I don't know how long this will go on. Whether any side will budge. When the strike will end.
But till then I work. And pray.

...to forgive, divine.

What does it mean to forgive?
Its harder than you think.
It goes beyond the words, "I forgive....".
Its deeper, much deeper than an outward gesture.
Its what you feel when you see someone, what you remember, what your mind keeps going back to.
Its easier to forgive enemies, I find it harder to forgive friends. Those from whom much was expected but not met. The stronger the ties the deeper the hurts.
Hurts that maybe outwardly forgiven but that inwardly fester. Like a sore. Like a bitter root. To raise its ugly head during times of strife and discord. So then what must we do?
What must be done?
Ask. Ask and you shall receive. Receive the ability to give. The ability to forgive.
That is the key. Ask. Ask the one who defined forgiveness. Who started it all. Who valued it so much that he died for it. Died so he could forgive. Me. And you. So that we could be forgiven.