NO BED SYNDROME

An unfortunate event happened some weeks ago in our country. A 70 year old man fell ill and needed immediate medical attention. Unfortunately, all 7 hospitals he was taken to, including tertiary centers denied him admission on account of having no beds. The man finally died, throwing the nation into chaos. As usual health workers were the culprits and received all the insults possible. Parliament has even considered making it a criminal offense for health workers to deny emergency care. But this is what they all fail to admit. And this is also my take on the whole issue.

I know for a fact, that over the next few months, the inadequacies, inefficiency, savagery, and whatever about health professionals will eclipse the scandals that have befallen our beloved country. Scandals that have caused the nation billions of tax payer’s monies that could have been channeled into making a better health system. These scandals will be forgotten because it did not take a life, neither did it open dead wounds. In fact, the very people at the helm of affairs amidst all these misappropriation of funds, will be the very ones who will call for the heads of health professionals. Why not? Because they are the law makers, and as usual, we are the followers. And as the saying goes, “follow the leader” Majority will side with them, and say enough is enough, bring these professionals to order. Of course, they need to be brought to order, likewise each and everyone in the country whose actions or inactions has in one way contributed to the death of many Ghanaians.

It is sad, and appalling, how life goes by like day and night, and no one cares till one brave person decides to voice his/her experience. They say two things are assured in life; to be born, and to die. Whatever happens in between that, all the better. But of a truth, no one deserves to die, especially to all the departed souls whose demise was as a result of the newly coined “No Bed Syndrome”. Truth be told, when it comes to health, there are only two types of citizens; us, and them. And the other truth is, we will suffer the same fate except them. So, make no mistake, being a health professional does not equate to immortality, and we will all suffer the same fate should we have been in the shoes of the late Mr. Anthony Opoku Acheampong, may his soul rest in peace.

Why? Because they have the resources to get treatment wherever they so wish, and we remain oblivious to the fact that we have been taken for granted for far too long. A different story would have been told if Mr. Opoku Acheampong was a vice president, or a minister, or a member of Parliament, whose leader has just called for criminalizing the “No Bed Syndrome”. I ask, who is to face the charges? Is it that one who have built fancy edifices that consume power but has no output? Is that that person who has trained a lot of professionals who are unemployed? Is it that person who watches for professionals to work hours without considering their wellbeing? Is that person who finds it difficult to pay professionals than sign unnecessary deals? Is it that person who flies outside to treat a headache? Is that person who is so afraid to get treatment in his own country knowing what a shameful system he has in place? Or is it that person who works 48 hours non-stop only to be told there is no money to pay you? Or that person who is so tired, and reckless, and insensitive, and wicked, and lacks compassion and gives a flimsy excuse of no bed?

Much has been said about how human life is valued in other countries, and how health professionals have made themselves demigods in Ghana. However, much has not been said about how health professionals in Ghana are overworked and with little to no equipment. Much has been said about how a relative died due to negligence but none about how their relative’s life was saved. We are so hesitant to say thank you after a successful surgery but too quick to post on social media about all the wrongs that have been done to us. Yes, because this is Ghana, and only God gives life, and to die is a mistake from a health professional. It is depressing but they continue to do their best. It is heartbreaking but they never rest.

I share in the sentiments of other Ghanaians. Some health professionals don’t behave as they are supposed to. It is quite sad, but if you bring your mind to the fact that the famous biblical devil was once a heavenly creature, we need to appreciate the good ones we have. If we can vote for them year in year out despite all their inadequacies, we can likewise push them to do that which is right. Imagine a Ghana where all of them must assess health care domestically, they will definitely put in all the resources needed, hire all the professionals needed, and make life enviable in our beloved country. I speak for all Ghanaians, and I speak for myself as well, for I fear when the unimaginable will happen and I will be told there is no bed.

Long Live Ghana, Long Live Us

KEVIN

Dear Zeus,

She called me. Said a lot of nice things about you. She also told me how much she misses you. But I told her this

He found a lover in you
But you saw just another game
He was no fool
But you brought him close
He was a bear, and you tamed him

You stood him up every now and then
Like it was your stock of trade
He kept calling and hoping
Just so you could see beneath his beautiful
But your pride was more than the pride
You left your cub unattended

Your name never left his lips
But you’d die before they saw you with him
He would have followed you to the edge of the atlas
I know, for it was you or nothing
But you wouldn’t let him in
You kept him in the dark

I had a dream
And he was there for you
He wanted to take your place
He wanted to die in your stead
He wanted to see you live
All he needed was to spare him a glance

You denied him flowers
When he had sunshine
Why plant roses
Now that the sun will shine no more
The dead don’t need your love

Let him be in peace
For he found a lover in the earth
And they are one now
Away from your prying eyes
Safe from your cold heart

Your brother,
Demi-God.

 

REVELATION 2:11

I walked into the ICU, as I had done for the past three days to review my patient before the hectic day as a house officer starts. This was one who had suffered over 70% burns with inhalational burns as well. I remember seeing him the previous day before I went home. I asked him how he was doing and he was so optimistic. More optimistic than myself because all I could think of was how to end the month since I was as broke as the Trump wall that is even yet to be built. I don’t know what it is with Januarys’. They are just long. I swear, the end of the ocean can be seen clearer than that of January. But he was cheerful, he was happy, he had just finished a cup of yogurt. I bid him goodbye and said to see him the following day.

I walked in as usual, and he had been intubated. I just could think about what had happened over the night. I called him and there was no response. I wasn’t worried because if it had happened, I wouldn’t have come to meet him. He had been sedated. I stood in awe, I couldn’t read my thoughts, I couldn’t feel my energy, I couldn’t see my eyes, but I watched. I watched him for a while, I couldn’t hear what the nurses were discussing, I couldn’t make any sense of anything around me. I was there to go get some plasma for him. I was there to write in his folder as I am obliged to do. I was there to report his progress to my boss. I was there, I was there, and I watched.

Then I remembered his wife used to sit in front of the ICU. I remembered I have to remind her to get people to replace all the units he had received. But I watched. Before I could realize, I was singing…. ‘Say something, I’m giving up on you’ You should find that song if you’ve never heard it. It’s by a duo called, A Great Big World. Quite interesting the name of the duo that composed such and amazing tune. It was playing from a nurse’s phone. It’s one of those songs I used to listen to anytime I felt like I was lonely. But the fact is, I’ve never been lonely. Well, maybe once or twice. But that’s not bad for a silver jubilant and more. Sometimes I wonder why I can’t remember stuff like I do lyrics. Maybe I could have been an upgrade of Einstein and Newton. But I do remember them, especially my Kanye’s. So I started singing.

“Say something, I’m giving up on you

I’ll be the one if you want me to

Anywhere I would’ve followed you


Say something, I’m giving up on you



And I… am feeling so small

It was over my head

I know nothing at all

And I… will stumble and fall

I’m still learning to love

Just starting to crawl



Say something, I’m giving up on you


I’m sorry that I couldn’t get to you


Anywhere I would’ve followed you


Say something, I’m giving up on you



And I… will swallow my pride


You’re the one that I love


And I’m saying goodbye



Say something, I’m giving up on you


And I’m sorry that I couldn’t get to you


And anywhere I would’ve followed you (Oh-Ooh)


Say something, I’m giving up on you



Say something, I’m giving up on you
Say something..”

I heard another voice that wasn’t mine. A nurse had joined in. She told me about how she witnessed a soul pass and all she could do was watch on. A good friend once said, “Sometimes there’s no need holding on, you just need to let go” and of a truth, it turns out most of the time that there is more healing in letting go. So we sang, and she was a bit surprised. I’m yet to find out if it was my voice, the look on my face, or that we too can sing. But I still watched on.

I felt he was giving up, I felt it was too early to give up. Then I thought about all he could be going through. I thought will it be better if he let go? I thought about the wife always sitting in front there. I thought about the family, and I watched on. I took my pen from my pocket and wrote in the folder, I took the form to go get his plasma, I finally reported of his progress to my boss, just as I am obliged to. The song still lingers in the content within my skull. In fact, I am playing it as I write this very piece. If I think I have issues to deal with, if I think I have scores to settle, I have come to a realization that it can never surpass the Lord’s prayer, “And give us this day our daily bread, and forgive us our trespasses.” He that hath an ear, let him hear what the Spirit saith unto the churches.