Hospital Standards
After mum’s fall, we sought treatment at this hospital (wun give name). The service was damn lousy…(And i thought singapore hospitals service very good…what a joke).
Back to the story…After a long long wait, we finally saw the doctor. He said my mum needed operation to fix her broken arm. I was like ok. When?
He said tomorrow or the day after. My mum asked him to confirm. Could see she was in pain. He said “yes yes”.
Mum was thus warded. The doctor came to make his rounds again. Mum asked him again to confirm the date of operation. This time he wouldn’t commit. Tomorrow no slot. Next day also no slot. Monday also no slot…coz theatre full. Wah lao. Pooi chao nua man.
Mum said, “Ok, No confirmed operation date? Me no stay your hospital. Me go home.”
Actually, she’s right. What’s the point of spending the weekends at the hospital only to be told later there wouldn’t be a slot for the operation. This is pure madness and a waste of money as well.
Off we went home. Next stop next day. Another hospital. This time the doctor said. No need for operation. The bone will heel by itself but it will take time, about 40 days. Mum said “very good, me no need to go for operation.” Could tell that she preferred this second hospital and the doctor. “This one, service better.”
To me, after you have been to hell, what happens next always is always seen as heaven. Vice versa. Once heaven is experienced, you don’t wanna experience anything less than that.
