Blind for 20minutes…
Some weeks back, I started experiencing this huge headache that threatened to tear my left eye apart. It was affecting my left eye and preventing me from seeing clearly. I had dumped my medicated glasses few months back and was glad to be seeing unaided until this disturbance set in.
I had waved it off as a regular thing that would disappear until it persisted. It got so bad that I started feeling sick and could not do anything else. The thought of going to the eye clinic, a general hospital at that was giving me the jitters.
Any ways, after surviving the excruciating pain for three straight days, I knew I could not hold on any longer. So I sauntered into the hospital on a Friday morning. The huge crowd I met nearly sent me running but the throbbing pain reminded me that I must see it through.
So I waited sadly. That was after registering and paying for a card and consultation fee. Then, the torment began as I began to see the young, school kids, old, the blind, partially blind etc. I became scared and all kind of evil thoughts began to roam my mind. I became so scared and was worried about the state of my eyes.
I saw a man who wore glasses but was not seeing anything. He had to be assisted from one point to the other. You see, this was my first time at a general hospital for an eye examination. I had previously visited private eye clinics back then in the town of Ajilete (Ogbomoso).
The general hospital reminded me of UCH ibadan when I used to go with my mum for her routine check-up. That place still scares me till today just as much as this general hospital here. I had spent nights at UCH too while mom was on admission when she had a broken arm in 2013.
I wonder why public servants in healthcare are somewhat rude. Like they are doing you a favour. They snap at sick people expecting them to comply to whatever instruction.
I sat down for 2hours and my name wasn’t called. So, I decided to run another errand-visit the bank close to the hospital. That was a mistake as my name was called shortly after I left.
I didn’t spend one hour away yet, all the people waiting like me had been attended to. As if they were waiting for me to leave. By the time I came back, the nurse didn’t even spare another glance in my direction when I told her I just came back. She made sure she did other things before calling me reluctantly.
At last, I was summoned into a room and to my chagrin, it was this same nurse and another elderly nurse that were attending to people. No doctor! I was disappointed yet I took it in my strides as one of the issues with public health institutions. I had specifically gone to that hospital because I wanted to see an eye specialist not a nurse. However, someone would argue that those nurses are also experienced. Yes, I do respect them but an optician/optometrist as the case may be, would have been preferable.
Well, she asked questions which I gave answers until she asked for my mother. Now, medical personnels, why do you people always request random info from patients. What concerns my mother with my eyes. Fine, she asked if any of my parents had eye problem and I said yes, my mom. I didn’t have a problem with that question. I understood the need for it. Why ask me where she is? Why ask me the reason I filled a certain person’s name as my next of kin instead of the ‘usual’ or the ‘expected’?. Doctors been poke-nosing since 1930.
Long story cut short, she said she had to wash/flush my eyes. That was how she brought out syringe and some liquid and began to flush my eyes. Then she applied an ointment which made me blind for minutes. Those minutes looked like an eternity. I became afraid, uneasy, tormented in my spirit. Is this what visually impaired people go through? Is this their world? What if this eyes don’t open again?
But thank God it did. And when it did, I practically ran away and promised myself never to go back.
Now, the headache has stopped and my eyes are working fine. Though she said, one eye is better than the other and to come back if symptoms persist. Odeeshi!