“Where is the doctor who looks after my ass?” shouted the patient with frustration. The young clerk was surprised; she wanted to smile but she could not, she did not want to fear but she did. It was early morning; surgeons had left after marking the surgery area of their patients’ bodies and taking their consents. No nursein the ward was able to ease his anger.
“What is the problem?” asked she eventually.
“He told me that I could shit after the surgery but I still cannot!” exclaimed the patient.
Constructors behind and in front of the scaffolding looked at the patient and the clerk; they hardly suppressed their smiles. It looked like a free comedy to them rather than a hospital ward.
“What the hell is this noise nurse?” asked another patient in the corridor. The nurse pointed the scaffolding and the constructors to her and said:
“Sorry Miss Kalm, we are expanding our unit.”
“Oh then you should close down the hospital until the construction is over! This is like a torture, I cannot stay in my room,” complained Miss Kalm.
“You are absolutely right Miss Kalm, I will let the management know about your concerns,” said the gay nurse gaily.
That was not good enough to calm Miss Kalm; she felt ignored by such a shallow answer that lacked empathy.
“Is this really a number one private hospital in London?” she asked and exclaimed: “I mean people pay fortune to be looked after here!”
“Please calm down Miss Kalm, it will be over soon,” said the gay nurse from Philippines.
“How soon?” asked Miss Kalm, standing in the corridor in her hospital gown.
“In two or three days,” replied the nurse while checking the other patient’s charts and filling them at the same time.
“Two or three days? I am going home tomorrow for God’s sake!” replied Miss Kalm and looked at the people at the nurses’ desk with anger. She felt ignored and regretted to be there.
“Then it is only one more day Miss Kalm!” replied the gay nurse as Miss Kalm walked away.
“You said the patient was in his room but there is no one there!” exclaimed thin tall porter who was there to take a patient to the radiology department.
“I did not say that,” replied African nurse Muqowzi. The constructors could not help overhearing all their conversations which were supposed to be confidential, and giggling in a manly manner.
Lisa, the specialist nurse, stood by the nurses’ station, accompanying the number one surgeon of the Europe Laura who used to be a man, and looked down on the clerk.
“Which patient are you talking about?” Selin asked the porter, feeling irritated by all the stupidities she had been witnessing and the noise of construction. That was not safe neither for patients nor for nurses, she thought. Their mistakes were irreversible hence they had no luxury to make a tiny one yet the current conditions very causative and she was nervous.
“The patient in room 234,” replied the porter.
“What is the name of the patient?” asked the nurse Selin.
The porter handed the request form which bore the patient’s name. Selin read it and said:
“That’s because we moved him to another room because of the noise,” replied she and took him to the room 240.
“Dr Laura has just changed the drug chart of Mr Rood, you need to give him IV voltarol immediately,” said Lisa when Selin returned from room 240.The constructors began drilling and hammering; everyone seemed to be irritated.
“Okay!” replied she and took the drug chart.
“Voltarol 75mg IV,” read the chart.
“Nurse, nurse the patient is bleeding, his drain came out, please help!” shouted the clumsy porter, standing in front of Selin.
She ran to the room 240; voltarol could wait, she thought.
“Voltarol, voltarol, voltarol, voltarol, voltarol, voltarol,” repeated her mind while she stopped the bleeding of the aggressive patient. Everyone seemed to be anxious and aggressive that day.
Hello everyone. Here is the first half of our new story. It is a little different from the previous ones and I think you will have more fun completing it. Please do bear the following questions in mind while you do so:
Why do you think I took so long to draw the picture?
Who is the protagonist here?
How would you build the conflict?
How would you use the nurse Mukowzi here?
Why is the voltarol so important in the story?
Happy writing dear ones.