Touchwood, never has there been an instance when anyone from my family, parents and brother have had to get Admitted in the Hospital. This is a god willed blessing indeed. But recent events brought me close to learning how to manage by myself if someone does get that seriously ill that they require hospital treatment. Story time...
To find that my first Weekend home after quite some time spent away from from home was to be spent alone was disheartening, but resulted in an opportunity to manage certain situations that I was unlikely to have encountered otherwise.
It so happened that my mom and dad would not be home till the weekend and one of my cousins who is working in the city had fallen seriously ill. He stays in the city outskirts and when his illness got worse he decided to come down to his uncle's place, our House to ease the healing. I was to take care of him. Updating his parents in Kerala he and I somehow managed through 1 night and day. The 2nd night proved to be a little too hard for both of us as my Cousin was severely dehydrated and needed intravenous intake of fluids owing to severe vomiting.
I drove him down to the nearest hospital, put him on a wheelchair and into an emergency ward. After initial check ups they asked me to admit him. I was all nervous because my cousin was quite ill with food poisoning, called everyone up and updated them and went ahead and admitted him. A little unsure of what was going on as I'd never really taken such a responsibility before. I called a couple of people to hear some reassuring words, my cousin on the other hand was hiccuping and puking quite severely. Over the night managing very little sleep I took care of him.
His parents flew from Kerala the next day morning, my dad managed to get home, my mom was to arrive a day later and suddenly my house was full of relatives. Never I think will I forget that night, a little before going to the hospital. It was one of those moments when I felt completely helpless looking at someone suffer right in front of me. But now I'd give myself a pat on the back commending my efforts while facing a crisis.
To find that my first Weekend home after quite some time spent away from from home was to be spent alone was disheartening, but resulted in an opportunity to manage certain situations that I was unlikely to have encountered otherwise.
It so happened that my mom and dad would not be home till the weekend and one of my cousins who is working in the city had fallen seriously ill. He stays in the city outskirts and when his illness got worse he decided to come down to his uncle's place, our House to ease the healing. I was to take care of him. Updating his parents in Kerala he and I somehow managed through 1 night and day. The 2nd night proved to be a little too hard for both of us as my Cousin was severely dehydrated and needed intravenous intake of fluids owing to severe vomiting.
I drove him down to the nearest hospital, put him on a wheelchair and into an emergency ward. After initial check ups they asked me to admit him. I was all nervous because my cousin was quite ill with food poisoning, called everyone up and updated them and went ahead and admitted him. A little unsure of what was going on as I'd never really taken such a responsibility before. I called a couple of people to hear some reassuring words, my cousin on the other hand was hiccuping and puking quite severely. Over the night managing very little sleep I took care of him.
His parents flew from Kerala the next day morning, my dad managed to get home, my mom was to arrive a day later and suddenly my house was full of relatives. Never I think will I forget that night, a little before going to the hospital. It was one of those moments when I felt completely helpless looking at someone suffer right in front of me. But now I'd give myself a pat on the back commending my efforts while facing a crisis.
