(please you'll have to forgive me on my cursings i do that when i get pissed and these write up right here isnt exactly a sociall call)
My sister was admitted a couple of weeks back.But thats not the story. The University college hospital commonly called "UCH" was acknowledged one of the best in the country(i mean these part of the the world 's cranny). But they only heal your ailling body and the place fucks up your psychy. if you are lucky you'd come out there with your psychy juggled just a little bit . And this is the story.
where am i gonna begin? . . . is it the doctors , the families , the nurses, the hospital staffs or the so called "Nigerian factor shit!" . what really gets me about the place?. . . life is hell there! GOD! life is cheap just like a fucking pulpcorn, a pulp. Put it in your mouth and crush with little effort then swallow. chewing is just an overkill. Death is common and its even expected in some. i've never seen death to be a relief to the doctors , the families of the patients even the patients themselves. Death is like a a naughty little brat thats popping ballons in a hall filled with it.
i know , i know its an hospital, but. . . life its meant to be to be saved there, broken ones be mend there, death is meant to be fought there!. The tears on the families faces and the fear on thier ailling member. The screams?!. . . GAWD!the screams of the people who've just lost their loved ones. The silent prayers of those on the road to recovery to be discharged quickly so that they can leave. The plastic smiles on the the faces of the doctors and the paper thin assurances they give you and you'd see it in thier eyes they are only acting up because somestimes a lie is the best thing.
Love is tested here and many have failed. compassion can't come from benumbed proffessionals. Empathy is an act, sympathy is a burden. Thier seemingly nice disposition to you is . . . almost real, but really it's a perfected artistic precision