Stuck in a moment

This song encapsulates what I feel right now. I have so many pent up negative feelings and a visit to the Osmania General Hospital just makes it worse.

There is a sense of absolute distress and the negative vibes are too much to handle. It's not just the sight of sickness that you have to endure but the sounds and smells as well. And that's what is traumatic. There are some images which I just can't seem to let go off.

~ an old man sleeping in his own excreta. They didn't have enough attenders to pick him up and take him into the Hospital. No responsible ones anyway.
~ a boy, hardly 9 years old, covered in blood and whose leg had been cut through, by an electric saw or something. They didn't have enough cotton in the emergency wards.
~ the burns ward, with 18-19 year old girls. All dowry cases, apparently.
~ the unending beds filled with people who had bandaged limbs
~ the undisposed syringes, the dried blood.. all in the passage way.

And this is just the tip of the iceberg. Read my friend's experience at OGH.

This is the hospital which holds the record for treating the most number of patients each day(8000-10,000). Inspite of the chaos, there is a system, some hidden method in the madness and people actually seem to be able to get out of there, cured and alive. There are doctors, nurses and attenders there who work overtime to help the patients everyday. I am astonished at their immense conviction.

There is a way to take responsibility for what's happening at OGH. It's a small start but the beginning of a larger transformation. Visit our OGH page and register for the Sanitation and Awareness Drive.

And beyond everything, keep the faith that change is possible. In our lifetime.