Without question, going to hospital is teamwork from time you arrive until you are wheeled out front door. Everyone is working together for common good of patient, or at least a crack at his bank account. That is as it should be in such mercenary endeavors.
Spending a few days in hospital recently reinforced this in my own mind. Although my time in hospital was brief, I was given full treatment.
The hospital staff left no bed unturned in holy quest of my recuperation. No matter what time of night it was, each nurse cooperated in awakening me and asking, "And how do we feel tonight?"
Teamwork is good for a number of things in life. Peanut butter and jelly, ham and eggs, and bologna and cheese are a few things benefiting from cooperation. In each example, one element compliments other and combination is greater than each individual part. This is coordination at it finest.
There is a limitation to so-called cooperation, especially in environment of hospital. I don't want to complain, but now that I am out, I feel a little freer expressing my opinion, without fear of any needling from hospital staff.
I will grant you, nurses are some of most wonderful people in world. The job they do is simply marvelous. It is absolutely true that patients could not get along without these nurses.
On other hand, what would these nurses do without patients?
I don't want to brag here, but if it were not for patients like me (if there are patients like me), nurses would not have a single thing to do in hospital. Essentially, they owe their job to me. The level of their significance is in direct proportion to patients they serve.
Not one to belabor a point, (it's hard to do any labor in my condition right now) I think it's about time someone stood up for patient rights. Since I have nothing to do for next week except recuperate here at home, I am perfect person to say something about this crucial issue.
The major complaint I have is with "we-disease" rampant in hospitals across nation. This "we-disease" syndrome has gotten out of hand and despite all research, no cure seems looming in hospital corridors.
Every morning, around 5 o'clock, my nurse came bouncing into my room with cheeriest of dispositions, completely disregarding my condition at hand and boldly asked, "And how do we feel this morning?"
Even on my best day, 5 o'clock in morning is not a good time to ask me any question, especially how I'm feeling. If there were any chance that I was feeling good, I certainly would not be in hospital.