The Diary Game Season 3 [ Wednesday June 25th, 2025 ] A day at the hospital: Reflectiing and my routines

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I have always had a different feeling whenever I walk through the corridors of a hospital. In such moments, I get to see life from a whole new perspective. That is where you truly notice the value of staying healthy. It’s an environment filled with mixed emotions, you see some people healed, while others are still waiting for healing.

When walking on the street, it is hard to tell the state of someone’s mind. But in the hospital, you see it clearly. You see the pain written on faces, and how challenging it is for some to eat, walk, talk, or even sit. You notice people looking directly into your eyes, with so much weakness behind them.

Interestingly, those who are getting better begin to feel like they are not even sick. You may leave your house thinking your case is the worst, only to meet someone facing something far more serious. Sometimes, you even see patients encouraging one another.

Some stay in private rooms, doors shut, creating a kind of silent section in the hospital. Then you walk past that quiet side, only to enter another area where you hear people shouting in grief after losing a loved one. The hospital is unpredictable. You witness grief, healing, hope, love, and so many raw emotions.

It was another day, and I had to take my mom for her check-up after her surgery a month ago. I got up early, prepared myself, and asked her about the plan for the day. At that hospital, to be attended to on time, you must arrive early and submit your consultation booklet.

She told me she would go early, and once the doctor arrived, she would call me to come over. That worked well for me, better than sitting and waiting at the hospital for hours. I did not plan to go to work since I was not sure how the day would unfold. So while waiting for her call, I started working on a few pending tasks from my to-do list.

Since hers was a post-surgery follow-up, she was placed in the early consultation group. As soon as the doctor arrived and picked up her booklet, she called me. I dropped everything I was doing and rushed to the hospital.

When I got to the hospital, the doctor had not started seeing outpatients yet. He was doing his rounds, attending to the patients who had been admitted. That is his routine before beginning consultations.

While waiting, I went to a local breakfast joint. I called it local because I was not satisfied with the meal. I ate only because I was hungry and had no other choice. The quantity was small, and the preparation was poor. I had fried egg and Irish potatoes, which I have had better versions of elsewhere.

There’s something about food that we often overlook, the presentation. Sometimes people try something new just because it looks attractive. Presentation matters, especially when you are preparing food for public consumption.

After eating what little I could, I told the lady I was not satisfied. Her response was, “You asked me to make sure it’s dry.” I said, “Yes, but not burnt!” I left and returned to join my mom in the waiting area. Unfortunately, we had to wait another two hours for the exact thing I was trying to avoid.

Eventually, the doctor came, and we went in for the check-up. The lab result for the mass that had been removed and sent for analysis came back okay. That was my biggest fear. But the doctor reassured us there was nothing to worry about, and she would be fine.

My mom complained about some pain, so the doctor prescribed some drops. From there, I headed to the pharmacy and got the medications.

It was already past midday, and I didn’t feel like going to the office anymore. I decided to visit @saxopedia. I called him, and he said he was not around but gave me directions to access the house. I went over with my laptop and finished my tasks for the day. Honestly, it was even better that he was not home. No distractions for me.

He came back in the evening and prepared dinner for me. I jokingly told him he had to get me something to eat, that’s the rule when I visit. He made ripe plantain and eggs, which I ate, but I told him next time, I want real food. How he will sort that out, I don’t want to know. We laughed about it and went our separate ways.

When I got home, my mom had left some mangoes on my table. I’m not very fond of mangoes, so I kept them in case I had someone to share with.

The match on TV that night was not very exciting. Maybe because it was not a European team. I still tried to watch it since a South African team was playing. Mamelodi Sundowns needed a win to qualify for the round of 16. The first half was boring, so I gave up and went to bed at the end of the day.

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