Mr. Prasad Goes for a Cardiac Stent-part IV

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Mr. Prasad Goes for a Cardiac Stent-IV

The next part was the worst part of memory. I was shifted a bed in an adjacent recovery room with a number of beds very close to each other. Unfortunately, my allotted bed was just at the entrance side of the opening spring door.  I did not wear any watch and time is of no consequence then. But,  a few times I enquired about it in ICCU. Here also the wall clock was not fully visible from my bed.  I guess it may be around 2 PM. The recovery room was full of activity with so many patients and vsitors going and coming and even may trips by hospital staff. Every time, the door was opened, my bed used to get a jerk. It was so irritating.  I thought it was due door hitting the dining help table. I requested the staff to move the table away from the door.  Even then, it was quite unbearable. I requested the in-charge nurse to shift me from my bed, but prepared to face the ordeal. Luckily, after some time  a patient ( looks some  Seth) was taken for some tests for some time. The nurse exchanged cots along with me. It gave me a great relief. Here also the monitors were put but some how less noisy than those of ICCU. But, I was very eager get away from this recovery room. One lady patient was brought to the room at around 11 PM and was told she underwent a 12 hour Marathon by pass surgery. I thanked my stars for undergoing relatively very small procedure. My doctor visited me in the morning and enquired about my sleep last night. I thought it was not proper courtesy to reveal him my ordeal, but just said there was too much activity around in the room. He gave me the good news and I will be shifted back to my room. I was not aware what was going on with my relations and presumed they will be resting in the private room for the night. I was surprised to come to know, later, that as per rules, rooms will not be provided if the patient is in ICCU or recovery room. I did not know this and expected some close relations will say hello in the recovery room. My relations were asked to vacate the room and in the night, they had to go back to their home for night stay. Of course, it looks a very unreasonable but we have to follow their rules, although irksome to patients. 

 

I was shifted back to the room, from the recovery room.  I am greatly relieved and am proud owner of a new Stent in my Heart. I do not know whether I should be happy or unhappy about it.   There was another thrill in the offing.  About 12 years ago, I took Insurance for certain amount which would then cover cots even in case of bypass surgery. But with inflation at its worst, 12 years later it, I was disappointed it does not cover even a single stent procedure.  We sent our young relation to enquire about an estimate about the total cost. Some one told almost a staggering figure and really weak hearted would again a heart attack. As it is fait accomplice,  that I have to pay the bill before discharge. My mind started working overtime, to overcome this likely awkward situation and remembered all my wealthy friends who can come to my rescue.  I increased my credit card limit immediately.  But, I also sounded one of my close relation  and a vague assurance.  I was cursing myself as I have not provided for this runaway inflation like many honest retired people, thanks to the bad governance of our economy.  I only hoped that the estimate is inflated and will be much less.

                                                                                    

That was Wednesday and eagerly waiting for the arrival of the doctor to order my discharge. It was around 9.30 am and doctor arrived and informed us.  Then the activity of arriving at the bill and clearance from Health Insurance company. And finally, how much more I  may have to pay.  Luckily, the entire bill was not very high like the estimate, but I had to make some additional payment over and above Insurance coverage.   The entire process,  is a little agonizing, only hoped it could be expedited.  It was around 5.30 pm, I bid farewell to the CorporateHospital with all good and bed experiences and memories.  I thought, I could share with   my friend all those.

 

Note: I thank all those who have read the experiences of my Friend Mr. Prasad and enjoyed reading it. But please do not take any insurances   from these series. 

 Concluded

 

 

 

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