The day started off as usual for morning shift. To be frank, it's a mad rush today. We got one person discharging, okay, innocent enough. Then there's this young lady who looks as though she has mumps, but she looks semi-vegetable, that bad. I'll get to that in a moment.
We got tons of chemo today, and I got the last few patients. Since I was at the other side for a while, I didn't know the other two patients. I only know the young man because I had attended to him before, and he knows me well. Sadly, he had to stay for a whooping 2 months for antibiotic. Bless him, he can't go back home for Chinese New Year, but I told him to treat this as a holiday, even though he's only staying for antibiotic. I often encouraged him to walk around instead of staying cooped up in his room all the time and he did.
The next patient I had was a lovely young lady. She's very pretty, but judging from the report, it wasn't very good. Because on the previous day she kept vomiting til an NG tube is inserted together with a CBD, poor girl. She's on drip as well, but she couldn't take much food. Only sips of water. She can walk and all, but she needed assisting with all of her tubes. I really hope she gets alright.
My last patient, a teenager who just had nasal packing done. She wants to move, and I told her since she only did just a nose operation, she's allowed to. It's her first time getting out of bed so I helped her, and she was happy. She hadn't start taking food yet either, so I coaxed some food into her. She didn't want the hospital food, but she took McD's, good enough. I was much happier when she did what prof told her to do, Changed into her own clothes and took her lunch. Good girl. As promised, I took the drip off her and she can finally moved around freely without the drip dangling around. I encouraged her to keep moving and eating and she should be fine in no time.
Back to the young lady whom I mentioned earlier on, apparently she's on Stage 4 cancer, Yes, sad to say. The tumour was from her face spread all over, that's why she looks as though she's having mumps. Poor girl. It's really sad. She can understand me fine when I speak Mandarin. And she was able to cooperate with me, it's just that she kept drooling and unable to talk. But she does points out what she needs by using hand movements. Well, I say that's good enough. The worst part of the whole thing was her mother who is having too much hope, thinking that once she gets chemo, she will be alright, as in hundred percent cure. No, no, no, nononono. Once you get cancer, there is no cure, only treatment to be controlled. The worst part of all was the mother kept telling me she's in a Stage 2 cancer, But the girl is already in Stage 4. Oh my God. The doctor and I were basically staring at her as she kept going on, "Oh, once she gets the chemo, she'll be able to be normal again." Her sister was basically screaming in frustration at her, telling her to face the reality. It's really heart-breaking to hear her say that. To the point where her sister pulled me to the side and begged me to call Doctor So-and-So to explain to her. So I found him at the daycare, and he gave a sigh and said he had already explained to the mother many times at his clinic, nevertheless, he asked me to bring the mother over, together with the girl's brother and aunt and I left them to talk with the Doctor in private.
On and off, the Doctor kept running in between the daycare and to see her, asking me to set up a drip for her and such. Then I followed a cardiologist and in between when I had free time, quickly put linen on the empty clean beds in case of an admission rush since today is a Friday, op day tomorrow.
Of all my patients, the girl with the Stage 4 really made me tired, mainly because her case is bad to the point where she will just go any time. Especially with all of her family there with grave sadness on their face. I even did a tracheostomy suction for her, and to include the family in the care, taught them step by step how to do the suction for her when needed. It helps that the aunt was a medical staff, so she gets my point.
If you think that's the end, wait til you hear all the rumours I heard about me. It just kept on piling up and up to the point I was burying my face into my hands and going, What did I done to make them go anti-me?
The only bright lining, I succeeded in making butter chocolate chip cookies, first attempt. Care to try one?
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