I long have envisioned this blog to be a space where I can entertain, educate and inspire other people with my stories, life experiences and personal tales.
But recently, inasmuch as I’d love to furnish this page with my new expoits, some things (ie., work, personal fears, reservations) seem to hinder me from doing so.
And I have long contemplated on, er, temporarily closing this site but…
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There was a recent admission in ICU Suite F. We were advised to implement Universal Precautions to the nth level as this’ll be a very unusual case. While the patient is being wheeled from the stretcher to the ICU Bed, I donned my paper mask, NIOSH (N-95) respirator, goggles, extra gown, and three overlapping gloves, and entered the “talked-about” suite.
“He” seems just like the usual intubated patient except that (yup, I’m cutting to the chase now) he’s HIV positive.
How he got the disease and the whole she-bang need not be discussed to maintain the confidential matters.
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His admission sent a strong wave of fears among my co-staff and no matter how much we were supposed to contain the news among ourselves, the fact that we are taking care of an HIV+ patient is news that is just too much to handle.
For instance every time a blood extraction is warranted, we have to disclose his diagnosis to the medical technologists so that they can practice further caution. The same thing goes for the respiratory therapists who obtain his blood gases, the cleaning staff who handle his biological wastes, and so on.
And yet I’m proud to say that nobody among our staff refused to take care of him despite the insurmountable risks.
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I think that this is such an opportune time to be educated about this disease. In a country where anti-retrovirals (ARVs) cost an arm and a leg, we cannot afford to get stricken by the disease.
And in this time when cure seems to be a bit tad imaginary, one could only hope and pray that further researches about HIV/AIDS will come into fruition and eventually produce that “magic bullet.”
But then still, education and prevention would have to do for now.
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Taking care of “him” made me feel vindicated on why I failed to update this blog.
And no, he did not die.
So did I. Thank you very much.
He was discharged just last week, with his boyfriend, both strong and well.
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And I couldn’t get any happier.
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To you, thank you for educating me, for inspiring me, for allowing me to take care of a very special person in you. And though I know that there’s that little to none chance of you dropping by this site of mine, I promise, deep within my heart, that I will never ever forget you and how you changed my perspective on life.
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And this post is dedicated to you, my really really really really good friend Kiks.
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Be strong. And be informed.
