I
woke up feeling tired. My back hurts from the hours of standing the
previous day. The last surgery yesterday went on far longer than we
anticipated and I closed two hours later than usual. To add insult to
injury I had to drive my 5 year old “tokunbo” Honda
through dense traffic before getting home at 10pm. I was really
hungry. No one had thought to make arrangements for a meal for us at
work, my tummy was protesting earnestly. I had run out of
noodles so I just soaked gari and went to bed. I cannot afford a
noiseless generator and I cannot keep my “I better” on overnight for
fear of the neighbour’s curses so I slept in the heat with
the cruel mosquitoes that had squeezed through the poorly applied
net windows, making a terrible night even worse. I did not have pleasant
sleep or rest. So by the time my alarm goes off, I
feel like throwing my phone against the wall. Wisdom quickly
prevails as I think about the cost of a new phone and advice myself. I
get up gingerly with my aching back and prepare for
work.
As
I arrive at work, I am in deep thought about my situation and how
to get out of it. I weigh the two options I have; I can either
emigrate or move to a serviced apartment. Even in my mind I am rolling
on the floor with laughter. These options are not
possibilities for me as I can afford neither on my current salary. A
man is allowed to dream though. I barely notice my colleagues as I head
straight to the consulting room that serves as my
office. I am ready for work today, or as ready as I am going to get.
Patient after patient I see. At some point I start to forget to say
hello and jump right in asking instead what the problem
is. Later in the day, I meet a middle aged patient who seems anxious
but I cannot be bothered to allay his fears. I skipped breakfast hoping
the clinic would be light and I could get an early
lunch but even late lunch hours are slowly passing by. I get
frustrated with the patient, though I try to hide it, because he doesn’t
seem to be able to follow my simple instruction to lie on his
left side and pull his knees up towards his chest. Seriously, how
hard is it? Have you really never had a rectal?! My thoughts are
unsympathetic as I think about how he had for over a year
ignored weight loss and a change in bowel habits knowing that he had
a family history of colorectal carcinoma. He’s still not in the
position I described and I grit my teeth. Having to do a
rectal examination is annoying enough without having a patient drag
the process. There are instructions I can give him that will make the
entire process more bearable, I know I should tell him
but I really am in a foul mood by now so I don’t. When I am done and
he is dressing up, even before he gets a chance to be seated after
dressing up, I start to share my findings and what they
mean. I tell him he is very likely to have cancer and he will need a
lot of investigations to confirm this. I ask him if he is interested in
the investigations so I don’t fill out forms only to
hear him reject everything I have told him. He just stares at me
blankly. I am beginning to get irritated because the nurse has just come
in and added two case files to the pile of patients I am
still to see. He is still staring blankly when I ask again. So I ask
him to please sit outside to think about it, while I see other
patients. I get up and call in the next patient before he is
even out of his chair. I see seven patients before I get the chance
to take a break. By this time, I have totally forgotten about the
patient I asked to think about what he wanted to do next. As
I step out of my consulting room, voices drift toward me and I step
closer as I hear my name. It’s my patient; he’s speaking and saying; it
did not occur to me that I was sick. I have been on a
new diet for about six months trying to get in shape, so I thought
it was all related. My wife asked me to come to the hospital just to be
on the safe side. There’s a pause, then he says; that
doctor is the worst professional I have ever encountered in my
entire life. He has got absolutely no empathy. I hear a colleague’s
voice respond; I wish I could say you are the first patient to
make such a complaint. He’s just as unpleasant to his colleagues,
barely if ever, says hello. I am really sorry that he delivered this
unpleasant diagnosis to you in the callous way you
described. Please accept the apologies of this establishment and
rest assured that a formal complaint will be lodged. The patient
responded saying; I really don’t care for a formal complaint. I
am simply overwhelmed with curiosity; what turned him this way?
Would his parents be proud to watch him practice medicine with such
disdain? If he has a wife what empathy can she expect from her
husband? What light in his soul has dimmed to the extent that he no
longer sees me as a fellow human being whom he has only met because of
my suffering?
At
this point I walked away. I was concerned about being caught
eavesdropping. As I did, I asked myself some of the same questions
he had asked. When did I become who I am? How did I lose my way? Why was
I no longer courteous to my patients? I had so lost my
way that even my colleagues were not willing to defend me. The most
important question I had to answer was; is it too late for me to find my
way back?
Everyday
witnesses report callous behaviour exhibited by doctors;
towards each other, other healthcare professionals and worst of all
towards patients. This essay was written to generate conversations
within and between doctors that can lead to more people
treating patients better. It is easy to become overwhelmed and
dragged under the issues that face healthcare professionals in Nigeria;
poor remuneration, poor work conditions, lengthy work hours
and poor workplace relationships to name a few, but there is a duty
and responsibility to yourself first and then to your others, to be
courteous, so put in an effort not to let these hazards
turn you into someone you no longer recognise.
Entered into Healthfolk.net 2014 writing competition
http://healthfolk.net/blogs/198/11/who-have-i-allowed-myself-become
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