Happy New year! I apologise for the long absence. This post was for Christmas day, but the kids would not spare me for 15 minutes. Lol.
eeing as this is the time for festivities, reveling and the like, I thought this would be a good story to share. Initially, I wanted to do a post on a patient I met last time I had to work on Christmas day, but decided it didn’t convey the message. So this did not happen on Christmas day, but the lessons are apt for the season.
The lady brought in was involved in a road traffic accident. She and her two sons, aged about 3 years and 9 months respectively, or so. I was not on call when they were brought in, but met them during the next shift, so I had to be filled in. The two boys sustained fractures. Her husband, a very temperamental man, decided to take them to the traditional bone setters. I must comment that he was a very bullish fellow, loud-mouthed, arrogant, and impatient. Though the hospital was owned by an orthopaedic surgeon, we only managed to convince him to let us put a cast on the younger son, who fractured his tibia. He insisted on taking the other son away. Their mother sustained some lacerations, but no fractures.
It turns out she was married as a 2nd wife. The first wife was able to have only female children, and I assume this is why she was sent away. When this lady had 2 sons in quick succession, she was rewarded with a new car, which she was still learning to drive. Some tale bearers informed her that the 1st wife was making some unpalatable remarks about her, so she decided to drive to the next town where she lived to rub her new status in her rival’s face.
Her husband refused her permission when she asked, because she was still learning to drive, and had never driven on the highway alone. Undeterred, she waited till he left for work. Bundling her 2 sons (her pride and joy), into the car, she set off at top speed, hoping to return before her husband discovered her absence. I can only imagine she was rehearsing the dressing down she would give the unfortunate 1st wife, rather than concentrate on her driving.
At a treacherous bend, she rammed into an oncoming car. Fortunately, no life was lost. Her husband was so furious, he was like a raging bull. When he got to the hospital, he actually had to be restained from assaulting her. His relatives advised him to abandon her there and treat the boys. Though unremorseful,she pleaded not to be separated from her baby. For this reason, he reluctantly agreed to pay for her treatment.
Their short stay in the hospital was a nightmare for all the staff. The man threatening everyone at the top of his voice, his wife demanding round-the-clock care, the baby moaning; the nurses begged for them to be discharged. Few days after discharge, they returned, complaining that the baby cried every night because he was in pain. We reassured them that he was crying because he was too young to understand why he had a cast, but they insisted we remove it. We did, and breathed a sigh of relief when we never saw them again. I remember nobody wanted to be the one to deal with their father; it took all my diplomacy and tact to get him to even listen. Most difficult patients were assigned to me. I think they figured they would be distracted by the fact that a lady was handling their case, and forget to throw tantrums. Lol.
Back to the point of my story. This is a season for rejoicing but people forget that Jesus is the reason for the season. I find that towards Christmas, there is a mad rush to acquire cars, property, new clothes and so on. What is the motive? To show off. Jesus said, those who compare themselves with others are not wise. People have collapsed competing with their friends to see who would down more bottles of beer, ladies have gone into debt trying to wear the latest fashions, others have emptied their accounts to prove a point no one is listening to.
Whatever you do, consider your motive. Also consider the consequences of your actions on others. Like the lady in my story, I don’t know how well those fractures healed, or if those boys now have a limp. Be angry and sin not, says the holy book.
So here’s to my wonderful muses! I love you all. Thank you for the support. Happy New Year! Stay safe and healthy! God bless you this 2014