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Hospital Fears on 2008-03-11

I apologize already for my english: since it is not my language, I'll try to do my best to be understandable. My name is Barbara and I am a medical technician in the south of Chile, work that has different meaning in some countries. Let's say my work is having the lab testing done, running the place...

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Date: 2008-03-19
Thank you again for all your comments and advice. I feel like I have to answer you with the same depth an interest, so here I go.
I agree with Whitebuffalo about the fact laughing at little things help us to face the serius stuff. My hospital is not, currently, a very happy place: difficult decisions about the running place, very angry and non-empathic bosses, and certain shortcomings has turned the place in a somber one. Besides, we had a strike of deaths and illness very uncommon for the summer, and we had to work nonstop.
I think the reason behind the "reeks" can be more explainable in my hospital than in Concepcion or bigger ones. We are a tiny rural hospital: even being old, it's not more than a Policlinic, 30 beds and a urgency room. And there's the fact we are very aloof and alone in the country: several of the deaths we had this summer would have been even easily avoidable in bigger hospitals. The paramedic and auxiliar personal are old people, natural to the region, but the professionals are very young and inexperienced, and our clinical support es poor. So, I have cried in fury when a 46-year old lady died one moth ago from a cardiac arrest mistakenly treated as gastroenteritis for a colleague, sickness I could have easily made differential diagnosis in Conception, but I don't have the luxury of a CK-MB here. So, I can't imagine the fury and anger the people feel seeing those unnecesary deaths and our failures, and the desperation they can suffer. I heard recently from a paramedic the story of her son, scolded gravely and left to die here from a long gone, irresponsible doctor, whom didn't answer the urgency call: the story of a unescrupulous doctor who performed, and almost killed, abortion in her paramedic lover. The people here is mostly good, and simple people with great respect for the damn lab coat, and the responsability that befalls us is great. So, I'm not in wonder here we could have more angry spirits than the most hospitals have.
I asked the cook, whom also works as the local sewer, about the " rapping" noises, since it remembered me of what I've experienced. She told me some outragueus tales about very simple patients rapping every door in a rainstorm to get admited and dying in the rain, but what it surprised me it was the fact doctors, in their shifst, preferred to buy a little kitchenette for their loungue than going into kitchen at night, cause they say they hear it too and gives them the creeps. Five accounts for the phenomenon at once!
They say its mostly in the kitchen windows,doors, paramedic loungue and Personal office. Which ones are directly across where I've heard it.
I heard too the personnel of Sedile, a milk delivery service for pregnant women and babies, requested for a big lamp, even if they only works from 8:00 to 16:00. The reason was it was a little dark, and that hallway was lonely in the end of Hospitalization. Off the record, they say Bernardita, the paramedic there, had seen something. I has to recognize I was spooked: I have reunions there each Wednesday (I've just came back from one) and I agree that hallway is a little creepy, being the old Private Hospitalization (Pensionado)and originaly with big, lonely rooms very apart from one another.
I am alone now in the lab and getting ready to go. I thank you so much for the support and encouragement. Anything new, I'll let you to know.
Date: 2008-03-17
I had just come from a little party tea in the honour of a fellow coworker which is leaving. She's is going back to the capital to work, and in the general conversation one of the hospital cooks mentioned she had hear several times rapping in the kitchen's door. As you may imagine, I perked my ears, but I didn't had the guts to tell my story there.
I am intrigued, and a little worried too. I'll try to pry around a bit to see if I get any more information. In special about what I saw in the Policlinic.

I thank you deeply for your support, and I'll share anything I come across by.

I thank you too for your kind words about my English and descriptions. I am usually a fanfic writer, and I use to read anything I come across in the Web: this is the very first time, however, this skills are so directly useful to me! Is the first time I speak about something so intimate, and I am very warmed for your response.

I am going now, I must confess I am still doing my job at full-speed cause I don't want to stay late hours here. But I hope I will get braver day by day... Seeing the old coworkers, in special paramedics whom had worked here all their lives and know every nook and cranny of this place by heart joking and laughing at the cook's story in the tea made me feel more relaxed. Maybe is their way to "shield" themselves from it, but I am happy they're with me.
At least, they wouldn't think I am crazy if something happen.

I just got nominated for a sumario job, which will take me around the hospital interviewing everybody about the loss of an Urgency equipment, so I'll take a look around.

You had turned this scared lab rat into a journalist! (laughs) since all my family is journalist, reporters and writers, is the family blood coming out in me, it seems!

Thank you everyone! But, Ohiwatha, I really doubt I would ever *enjoy* it. Even if this happenings had come to put in me in contact with wonderful people like you all.
And, KimSouthO, I really really hope there is no " sensitivity " in me! I had two experiences before, each one easily explainable and normal, but I really wish there is no more movements here! I love my work, and is hard to look in the microscope when your nape hair is standing in end!
Love, Babs.
Date: 2008-03-17
I'm touched, and almost speechless for all your answers and counselling. Thank you, thank you! I really appreciatte all your comments and advice, and I only can thank you deeply for the empathy you are showing me. I read very carefully each comment. I'll try to be more level headed in the future, but your words and support will help me greatly, too. I'll keep you posted of anything else, but I was sick and in home rest the past thrusday, friday and weekend, so I haven't checked your answers, and finding them today has been a great joy for me. Since I'll be doing late work today, alone, I am happy to have them. ;)
Only new thing, is I got to know a piece of news I didn't know before. The nurse's auxiliar, an 60 years old lady who has practically lived here, told me the funerals of the staff has been traditionally done in the hospital, in the main hall, just OUTSIDE my lab door. They "watched?" don't know the words... The dead person in his/her casket, for a while, in the hall, and then walk to the cementery and bury them. You can imagine my face.
I'm going to start wearing a rosary, I think. I'll let you know any other thing that happens. Thank you to everybody!