I woke my roommate up late into the night and asked him to escort me to a friend’s hostel. The hostel was not too far away, so we trekked. When we got to my friend’s hostel, everyone was worried because it was unusual of me to ask to visit the hospital that late. I felt a pang of guilt because they were worried. But, my quest for answers didn’t allow it to sink in for too long. Additionally, I was sick and uncomfortable, so we had to make the journey. My friend called in a few favours, and we set off for the health centre in no time.
We got to the health centre around 1:20 but was told the health centre now closes at 8 o’clock. The reason for this, I do not know to date as my friends, and I were in no mood to ask questions.
We set out for the Teaching hospital, my primary target. We got to the teaching hospital at exactly 1:40, and there I was, taken in and laid on a couch. Almost immediately, the nurses and doctors swung to action. Between fixing drips and prepping me for injection, the doctors were asking questions to ascertain what was wrong with me.
I was asked to take a test, so blood was drawn from my body and taken to the lab. My friends met the bursary department open and even went to the pharmacy to get drugs and drips to be used on me. All this happened between 1:40 am, and 5:00 am. As much as I would have loved to keep guard all night, gathering information, I soon fell asleep after receiving an injection.
Iwoke up around 8 am feeling dizzy because of the injection. Then, I noticed that they had brought in an emergency. The doctors were already at work, trying to revive the patient. The patient was an accident victim, and a good samaritan brought her in. I was surprised to see how the doctors started treatment without waiting or asking to know who the victim was. Following protocols, a doctor questioned the woman who used her KEKE NAPEP to bring her in to know how and when the accident happened. While the questioning was ongoing, the other doctors passed water and tried to fix her broken leg. This exact procedure was used for another student that was brought in almost immediately after.
I witnessed this same routine for the subsequent 3 patients that came in till it was dark again. Feeling better and having seen enough, I was ready to leave. But the doctor insisted that I take another test called ECG because I was diagnosed with malaria and anxiety disorder, a deduction made from how I told them I was feeling. In fact, they were ready to bring down their consultants and psychology department to talk to me. I had to draw my sword back a bit because I think I was overdoing it.
On the second day, I didn’t let the morning pass before informing the nurses of my intention to leave the hospital. I took a chance had to chat with a couple of them, so I asked some questions about how the hospital is being managed. From the conversation, I learnt a couple of things.
At around 2:40 in the afternoon, another accident victim was brought in and immediately, doctors-on-seat went into action, passing oxygen into his nose and getting information about the victim. They also tried to establish the victim’s medical condition and tried to get someone to donate blood to the victim.
At exactly 4:20, I decided to gather enough information and see more than enough to answer my questions. So I decided to protest my leave. The doctor came down to the A & E and reviewed to ascertain that I am fit to leave. I left with my friends who till now did not know y motive for wanting to visit the hospital so late at night. I treated them to Amala at IYA FOYEKE, though, to feel less guilty.
All in all, I found out that;
- The doctor to population ratio we have in Nigeria is low. Statistically, Nigeria has less than 80,000 doctors to 200 million Nigerians. Specialists are scarce, and even the doctors still in the public health sectors are being paid peanuts.
- Allocations for the health sector is not enough to go around—the reason why many hospitals lack equipment.
- The countries policies and laws sometimes handicap the doctors and nurses. Therefore, they are often careful, trying to balance their oath to save lives and their career.
My 48 hours at the A &E, LAUTECH Teaching Hospital Ogbomosho has made me conclude that doctors and nurses are not murderers. They are trying their best. We should all come together to condemn bad health policies, embezzlement in public health sectors and reprimand bad health practice in our society.