Dear Mama,
It was a hell of a week that we had. After Nanay's birthday on Monday last week, our son Edgar had an accident in his motorcycle on his way to work the next day, Tuesday. The rescue team of CDC called me on the phone to tell me about Edgar's accident, and that they took him to ONA, where I proceeded after the call. I was already in my work then, Mama, but I asked to be excused because of the emergency.
When I reached the hospital, Edgar was crying in pain, Mama. He cannot move his body, his arms and back aches, and he has a lot of wounds on his hands and legs. They had to stitch his wound on his knee. His x-ray showed he had some fractured ribs and fractured shoulder plate. His CT Scan, fortunately, showed no damage in his brain. But he had to transferred to JBL in San Fernando, Mama. Because the nurse in ONA said they do not have the facility to handle his case. Using their ambulance, they took us to JBL where Edgar was admitted from Tuesday last week, until today, Tuesday.
You know how it is in public hospitals, Mama. And I think it has gotten worse. Because they think they are doing their routine work, but they are not actually taking care of the patients. Imagine while we were in the room, no doctor has seen us nor talked to us. The only doctor we saw was in the ER before he was transferred to the ward. And to see that doctor, we had to wait until 1 a.m. of Wednesday. We were at the ER at around 11 a.m. of Tuesday, Mama.
We were supposed to be discharged last Sunday afternoon, but the doctor who was supposed to sign Edgar's papers did not come. We waited the whole day of Monday, but still the doctor did not arrive. What's worse was that we were removed from the room and was transferred to another room because a new patient need to use our bed. I felt discriminated and humiliated, Mama. Today, we were only discharged after I posted our predicament on Facebook, and somebody told the management about it. It was only then that the doctor came to sign Edgar's chart. We still had to wait the whole day, Mama because it had to pass to other departments - from the billing to the social worker. We were finally discharged at almost 5 p.m., Mama. And still no doctor saw us, nor discussed Edgar's condition, diagnosis, and other reminders.
Edgar feels better now, Mama although he still has limited movements. He still cannot use his left arm because of the fractured shoulder. He will be seeking second opinion this week, Mama.
While we were in the hospital, it was just Ralph and Angel at home, Mama. At times it was just Angel because Ralph had to go to work. I'm glad they are okay, Mama.
I'm sorry for this long letter, Mama. I'm sorry about what happened to Edgar. I know they would have been taken better care of if only you were here. I'm sorry, Mama.
I really wish you here. I miss you, Mama.
I love you.
Daddy
