Two Tough Night Shifts in the ER

Well, I'll book it as another experience. But it will not listed as a pleasant one. My friend stayed the last two nights in the emergency ward of the hospital. There's not really that much of an emergency for him anymore, he's there just for observation. The working diagnose was dengue fever, until this morning, because all the symptoms were pointing in that direction. This morning a doctor started getting other ideas, but whatever it is, the worst has definitely passed.

It may sound weird to say this, but after spending about 36 hrs in the ER of one of the biggest hospitals in the world, I'm happy my friend "just" has dengue fever (or whatever). In the first night, two people died inside two hours in front of my eyes in the same four bed cubical (in India it fits six people). I shared some of my water with the second one just an hour before he died. In addition to two deaths, I saw, heard and smelled plenty of other unpleasant things. I'm hoping to avoid places like this in the future.

I went to the apartment in the morning after my first night shift. I rested in the apartment (best sleep I ever had) and Niraj took over for the next twelve hours. I was hoping, that the two important criteria needed for discharging him would be met the second day but unfortunately the blood tests didn't come out the way we hoped and we needed to spend another night in the hectic of the emergency ward.

Right now I'm back to the apartment and almost ready to crash for some six hours. The patient it's doing much better, but they are still waiting for some test results before they let him out if the hospital. I'm not sure whether Niraj and I can leave back to the farm tonight or tomorrow night, but I'm guessing that it will rather be tomorrow.