After last night’s go, my husband looked settled himself down in the hospital. Beds are electronically controlled with a remote, meals are served on the bed, toilette gears are provided, lunch came before breakfast was digested, so did the dinner. The nurses are kind and warm, some of them even have great sense of humour. They just couldn’t help you more. I heard from some patients came earlier than my husband talking about how they enjoy here and here, unlike those big hospitals or hospitals in big cities, is more like a home instead of an assembling line. Nurses here would call your name not your bed location number like what happens in China. (I had my worst medical experience at 13 years old. I can still remember to be called No3/4 instead of my real name).
on the site of the extension of the old hospital building
Well, my husband had beautiful shower in the morning (and evening), spent most of his time on bed resting. Now he’s got my laptop and a big pile of “Friends” DVDs which give him a big laugh and would occupy him for quite a while. Doctor Hingley came in this afternoon and told him that they needed to do a CT scan to assist the diagnosis. So they took him to Canberra Hospital in Woden on an ambulance after the lunch and the result came back two hours later. It’s been confirmed it wasn’t any chest infection or pneumonia. They did find blood clots in both his lungs.
Anyway, he is being well taken care of. And by the way, these are all free. You don’t have to worry about being ripped off after all had happened. It took a while for us to get to used to it and we are feeling that we are heading into a real communist society earlier than what we had expected
The only thing that my husband didn’t like was his roommate’s snoring at the night. He described him “a nice gentleman but turns into a monster at the night time”. But I just was told this morning that there was another guy who came in yesterday afternoon actually beat up this monster last night as he screamed louder. The nice gentleman started to complain with “be quiet” then changed to “shut up”. I believe there was a war between those two and my husband, with the help of a pair of earplug, actually had a decent sleep last night.
Oh food…my husband doesn’t like it at all. I can predict that his interest and appetite won’t last over 3 meals.