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A visit to a hospital does not give us any kind of pleasure. It leaves a depressing effect on one who visits it. A hospital is the home for the sick and the suffering.
Last Sunday, I happened to visit the local Civil Hospital. My friend, Santos had met with an accident. He had got a head injury. His left leg had also been fractured. I had earlier visited him twice. But my first two visits were brief. This time, I had decided to see all the wards and rooms. I therefore, had a general round of the hospital.
The main building of the hospital was neat and clean. The rooms were airy and well ventilated. On my left was the enquiry room. A lady receptionist was on duty there. There was a small medical store adjacent to it. Then I saw the casualty room. Here all cases of emergency were attended upon. A young man was brought on a stretcher. His shirt and trousers were covered with blood. He had met with an accident.
As I went further, I saw separate wards for different kinds of diseases. One was the E.N.T. department. Here disease of eye, nose and throat were attended to. The other was orthopedic department. Here all cases of bone fracture were attended to. A small child was crying. His right leg was plastered..
As I entered the heart of the building, I saw scores of people lying in their beds. It was the general ward. All the patients looked pale and sad. I was sad to see the suffering patients. Neatly dressed nurses and the doctors were doing their job. There was silence and gloom everywhere. The hospital presented a cheerless sight. As I came out of the hospital. I heaved a sigh of relief.
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[A visit to a Hospital]
☞ A hospital is not of the nicest places that one is keen on visiting. But without a hospital in town life could sometimes become a nightmare especially in times of an emergency. A hospital is linked to life saving services, which enables a person to recover from some serious injury or illness. Sometimes situations in life make it essential for us to move into a hospital. The cause for visiting a hospital could mean illness or visiting a sick or injured person, who is near and dear one. Thus one day when my uncle met with an accident and broke his leg, he got admitted into St. John's hospital for treatment and recovery. It was when I went to visit him over the weekend that I realised how busy a hospital is.
☞ It was a Sunday evening when my family members were getting ready to visit my uncle who had been admitted to St. John's hospital on account of a motor cycle accident. My mother asked me to go along since on Sundays children were allowed into the hospital. I was not very keen on going, but I was worried about my uncle's recovery and I wanted to see him as well. So, I quickly dressed up and jumped into the car with mom, aunt and driver that headed towards the hospital. We reached in about half an hour. I was quite curious as well as a bit nervous as I had never been to a Hospital before.
☞ As soon as we entered the hospital we were directed by the security guards towards the reception that was centrally air conditioned. The hospital was very clean and maintained well. At the reception there was a big crowd of people. Some were seated while others remained standing in anxiety. When I asked my mother about the crowd of people, she told me that they had all come to see their near and dear ones who were admitted into the hospital because of some ailment. There was a well dressed lady at the reception who handed us four printed cards. There was quite a lot of hustle and bustle at the reception area. visitors were seen hurrying up towards the elevator and headed towards room no. 412 where my uncle was admitted.
☞ I was surprised and nervous to see so many sick people and their relatives who were so anxious. Regular announcements were being made. There was a medicine counter in the groud floor of the hospital that seemed to be always crowded. Finally we reached room no. 412. I was happy to see my uncle recovery and he was also happy to see us. My aunt spoke to the doctor who said that my uncle was recovering fast and that there was nothing to worry. It was a great relief to hear those words of constoletion. We had spend some quality time with my uncle for nearly two hours, after which the visiting hours came to an end. A security guard came to alert us on the time and told us that it was time to leave. We wished my uncle good bye and I hugged him. He had to remain in the hospital for one more week or so.
☞ I returned Home with my aunt and mother.All throughout the way I talked about the things I saw at the hospital. I spoke about the nurses, doctors, the ICU, the operation theatre, the oxygen cylinders, the bottles of saline that looked like water to me and patients who suffer a lot.
☞I was happy to see my uncle recover and I was expecting him to come home soon. But, I Myself would never being admitted into a hospital for treatment. The visit to a Hospital showed me the reality of life, suffering and pain I also saw the inner strength of some patients that helped them to recover themselves. The visit to the hospital taught me to be brave and strong in Life
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