Dis Ekke

My vreugdes en frustrasies

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H: Hospital

Hospital staff early morning gospel sing-along and prayers

Public health services have been under fire in South Africa for many years now. No wonder then that, when my husband’s knees started giving notice and he had to be scheduled for knee replacement operations, I was a bit skeptical about the services we were about to receive.

We recently moved to the South Coast of KwaZulu-Natal and were still finding our feet in the new locale. This proved to be a daunting task, especially with hubby walking with the aid of crutches on two “broken” knees. We were referred to the Port Shepstone Provincial Hospital, some sixty odd kilometers from our new home.

We set out just after 5:00 am for the first appointment as, from previous experience in the bigger government hospitals in and around Johannesburg, we knew that we had to get there and fall into the queues very early in the morning, in order to get back home before sunset. We were so NOT looking forward to this new adventure.

From the outset, though, hospital visits became a day of fun and relaxation, a real outing starting early in the morning with a drive on the N2 highway, through the spectacular landscape with occasional views of the Indian Ocean. The hospital itself was another big surprise, not really very big by the standards that we were used to, but well laid out. The level of hygiene was outstanding, the staff friendly and efficient. Then something happened which made me feel at home immediately: while we were waiting in the outpatient department for new files to be opened, the nursing staff coming on duty treated us with a gospel sing-along and prayers. This was a beautiful and very moving experience.

My husband was soon processed, the proud owner of a new hospital card and waiting in the orthopedic clinic queue, all set for a long day at the hospital. After establishing that a lunch trolley would serve patients (can’t let hubby die of hunger and thirst), my daughter and I left to explore the shopping malls. Just before noon we received a phone call from a cheerful hubby, telling us that he was all done for the day: clinic procedures completed, saw the doctor, got his medicine from the pharmacy and had lunch. Big surprise.

All this was just more than a year ago and hubby received his first bionic knee two months ago. He knows almost every nurse and doctor by name and made a number of new friends. These days my daughter and I rush the shopping to spend the hours in the hospital queues with hubby, chatting away with all his new friends (the same people tend to turn up for clinic on the same days). We have witnessed a lot of suffering, but also got to know the patience, the empathy and the sharing of burdens which Africans are famous for. Time seems to fly and hospital visits are no longer a chore.

Van my man se “gebreekte” knieë gepraat, hy het rugby gespeel op skool en gee al sy ou beserings die skuld vir sy rug- en knie-probleme. My skoonpa het egter die regte storie vertel: “Hy is soos ‘n sirkus-olifant, altyd gereed om toertjies te doen vir aandag, en dan val hy homself desmoers. Hy is mos ‘n mannetjie wat sy fiets òp gery het agter ander mans se vrouens aan (menende meisies by wie hy gekuier het en wat later jare met ander mans getroud is!). Menige dag het hy huis toe geloop met sy fiets oor sy skouers, albei wiele pap gery”.

Soms, wanneer hy klaerig raak oor al die pyne en skete, herinner ek hom daaraan dat hy sy bene opgehardloop het agter sy skoolliefdes aan en dat ek nou eintlik die een is wat ingedoen is – hier moet ek nou my dae spandeer om hom en sy krukke rond te karwei, waar ek dalk kon gaan ontspan het by die strand. Dan lag hy net.

Ons wag nou op die datum vir die tweede knievervanging. Daar is ‘n ellelange waglys. Intussen maak ons vriende in die toue by die kliniek en die apteek, en ons leer elke dag dat daar mense met groter probleme is; ons leer om geduldig te wees met Afrika-tyd; ons leer om dankbaar te wees vir die sorg wat wel beskikbaar is en ons is mal oor die heerlike skons met botter wat deur die hospitaal-kliniek se dienluik verkoop word. Ons koop heerlike vars vrugte by die vrugtesmouse op die sypaadjie voor die hospitaal se hoofhek en hulle ken ons voorkeure al goed: piesangs, geel appels, ‘n pakkie tjips en Coke.

Hospitaaldag is ‘n fees.

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20 Comments

  1. So sorry, I didn’t notice that comments and pingbacks were turned off for this blog. Nou kan almal weer saamgesels. Dankie Perdebytjie.

  2. Dankie tog,nou kan ek kommentaar lewer,want hierdie inskrywing mag nie ongesiens verbygaan nie!Dis die wonderlikste positiefste stuk,wat ek in ‘n lang tyd gelees het.Ons kerm en kla so oor alles en hierdie is nou ‘n riem onder die hart en gee my sommer moed.Pragtig,Hester!!

  3. Net gewonder wat aangaan, toe sien ek die comments is weer terug. Toemaar, dit gebeur met almal. Ek raak ook so nou en dan deurmekaar. LOL!

    Pragtig geskryf soos gewoonlik Hester en dis altyd lekker om te hoor en sien dat als nie so sleg is as wat almal altyd dink nie. Pragtige foto’s ook en ek sien een van dae gaan jou mannetjie jou weer kan jaag om die huis. 😆

    • Ja, die een beentjie is darem nou reguit, al lyk die ander een soos ‘n hoepel. 😀

      • Ag siestog Hester. Skoonpa se een beentjie lyk ook so. Dit kan darem nie lekker wees nie. Sal hom leer om volgende keer nie so agter die girls aan te hardloop nie. Nou kan ek net dink hoe het hy agter jou aangehardloop! LOL!

  4. Such a wonderful post, so inspired to know that you have an excellent health system in South Africa! In India, the govt is making some promising efforts, and we hope to make a lot of progress soon. My best wishes to your husband, hope he’s doing great!

    • There is cause for concern here in South Africa as well, but the level & quality of care seem to differ in the regions. We are lucky to have good medical care where we live. My husband will never recover to his original good self 😀 , but we manage to keep him going.

  5. Soos dit vit my lyk werk ‘n positiewe gesindheid ook nog!

  6. This is such a lovely story. It shows that H is also for Hope, something I desperately wish for beautiful South Africa.

  7. Ek het lekker gelees, so bly julle ervaar dit SO positief, sterkte met die 2de knie, hoop dit verloop ook voor die wind. Dis vir my so mooi dat jy noem “ons leer elke dag dat daar mense met groter probleme is”
    Dink dit kan erg wees as mens n dag van die werk moet afvat vir so dag.

  8. Wou nog se, ek kyk ook altyd ander se probleme so en besluit dan maar ek hou my EIE pakkie probleme….

  9. Pragtige gesindheid wat julle het Hester. So goed om iemand positief te hoor praat, en nie net vloek en skel nie.

    • Ek dink, as ‘n mens self al deur die vuur geloop het, het jy meer simpatie met ander se brandwonde.

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