Doctors

Preface

I've never imagined who my audience would be nor do I intend to ever. I use words in retrospect of feelings, misguided as they may be, they in turn control my emotions. I stand firm on my grounds, not as a writer but as a victim.

Of Knowing

Know yourself and know your enemy
A thousand battles a thousand victories
But there comes a battle where we know none at all
So do we hope fear or worry

But man has produced many wonderous leaps
In medicine, science and technology
A victory assured, I beg to differ
For man is still the enemy

Evil Doctors? - The Rhetoric or The Real

I was browsing through sites last night when i came across a couple of news article.

Doctor Jailed for Secret Lewde Pictures - 5th April 2006
GP forged voucher to claim pay for NS in-camp stint - 11th April 2006

Ironically it didn't strike me, I had lost faith in their profession of supposed healing, I don't trust them anymore. I cannot, under all possible energies, see morality in what they do. The date was in September 2006, I had barely returned home with my fiancée when I saw Dad laying restless on the couch. He looked weak, he just had an argument, I could only guess. Dad like many in the country, suffers from Renal Failure. Often on days of dialysis, he would appear weak, but that day was indistinctively different. He wouldn't speak, I could see sadness in his eyes, his heart heavy, his mind unbehaving of his analytical spirit.

I approached Mum. Dad has what I call the 'Big 4', he visits 4 departments of specialisation, Urology for the renal failure, Respiratory for the pneumonia, Dermatology for the cyst and Cardiology for the heart. Quite a mouthful, but each specialisation focused on a narrow perspective on the area of healing, one would ask how could anything go wrong under such conditions. They did.

Everything started with renal failure, the toxins in the blood led to growths on the skin, the dermatologist was called in. The body's weaken state further subjected to respiratory illnesses. Heart problems appeared only after a transplant opportunity, where they realised that an operation was needed, ballooning they so called it.

The operation was a success, the 'stents' were in place, opening the collapsed blood vessels, the pneumonia was suppressed. Dad was then handed back to Urology and Dermatology, and then all hell broke loose. Ever heard of the saying, 'Birds of a feather flock together', apparently in the professional medical field, 'Birds of a feather, swoop away from each other'. 4 departments, 4 specialisations, 1 patient, 1 building, 1 institute, 1 victim - Dad. They didn't talk to each other; guess it wasn't in their profession to do so at all.

In order to prevent the 'stents' in the vessels from collapsing, a medication had to be administered to thin the blood, this is vital as thinned blood flows rapidly and thus is more difficult to clot. Under such conditions, Dad could no longer be operated on. Dermatology stalled mid air, and the institute dropped him off the transplant list.

I speak of the trust we have in these professionals, if we, simplistic citizens untrained in the art of medicine, see these white coats as our Samaritans, why then do tragedies occur. A random incident? Look at the article headings, 2 incidents in 1 month, not my perception of incidental.

If I were to put Dad's incident in more simpistic terms, it'd be like seeing a doctor for a cough, he does his examination and finds out you have a flu, miraculously cures your flu but you cough for the rest of your life. 10 years, Dad had been undergoing dialysis for 10 years, everyone, especially me blissfully awaiting the day the phone would ring, for he refuses to accept my organs. (Another story)

I did a search on evil doctors and came across a post by DrOzBloke,

I say to her, it is not always about money, doctors can earn millions and it is justified. Why people compare is because we are all dormant victims of the society's meritocracy. That sheet of compressed timber and fibers, lines in gold with carbonised letterings justifies the differing pay scale. What cannot be justified is the melodramatic abuse of Samaritan trust.

There are those who are different, shouldering qualities of a professional knowledged doctor imbued with the Samaritan qualities of a head nurse. But few.

As i speak, the institute scrambles in response to Mum's cyclonic black and white to the institute and its Ministry. They repeatedly fix appointments to discuss issues.

To cry over spilled milk? Evidently...

Epilogue

I need not guess, you'll know when I'm right
When the wrong show signs of unsleepable nights
-me