Now I clearly understand the adage, “An apple a day keeps the doctor away.”
During my childhood days, I always thought that this saying simply implied maintaining one’s condition loud and sound for him to keep him from the doctor. I always thought that the doctor is the hospital; if you get admitted in the hospital, it means losing your money to nothing but to the funds of the infirmary. And I cannot let this happen. As much as possible I would like to keep my body strong and healthy so I could use the funds instead to buy me stuff that I need – that was what I learned from my mother, who, from the very time I know the world, continues to feed me with all her “practicality” and “economizing” tips. And my belief to that saying kept with me through the years until I got to realize that it was only the half side of the coin that I was seeing.
This midsummer, I have this eye-opening experience which shook me to remember the maxim again: “An apple a day keeps the doctor away.” Since I have to visit the hospital regularly these days (my father’s scheduled for a therapy at least thrice a week), my encounter to the hospital personnel has been quite frequent too. I have these “black and white” encounters with these persons (maybe I should blame it to the Theory on the Unity of the Opposites). Of course, let me give the credits first to the persons whom I talked and consulted for quite a number of times who have, with no doubt, showed their continued concern to assist each and every patient who needs their therapeutic advises. I definitely salute to these people who value service who remain true to their vows first more than anything else. These persons are the very people I considered noble, thus I consider them our everyday heroes. That’s the pleasant experience I considered “white”.
The “black” side is the quite a sad fact that you still have to “prove yourself worthy” for them for you to be able to be treated humanely. There are these personnel who treat you very unfairly with respect to the amount you are paying to them and with what the hospital and the community expects them to render service to their patients. It is so depressing because these people think that they are the only authorities in their field and any “common” people who ask for their consultation means absurd for them, as far as I observe how they talk and give advice plus how they extend their arms that augment to their gloomy faces and shrieking voices. Swear, so that if you see these type of people for the first time you will really get intimidated with them.
This case, however, is not only true here in Bohol but with what I experienced in Manila. In UP, there are jokes about our University Health Service or our Infirmary. People always say the term “infirmatay” instead of Infirmary because according to the people who seek the hospital’s service (plus my first-hand experience too), they have to suffer first, worse, they may even die before the staff attend to them.
Now I realized that the saying metaphorically means an alternate for one to stay out of the “horrible” doctor or else…you’ll surely find yourself horrified.
In my part, I’ve been keeping my composure every time I encounter these people. I feel that they just lack skills in interpersonal rapport. I can’t blame them anyway, they’re locked out with books and medicines during their preparation stages. But still it’s not an excuse, if they could not feel the patients’ emotions at least they should pretend to feel it. In that way, it will give the patient an inspiring reason for them to be hopeful for their quick recovery.