- Good afternoon dear friends, I hope you're having a great weekend! Below I'm sharing my participation in the fantastic challenge proposed by our friend
Have you ever been punched in the face or have you ever punched or slapped someone else in the face? Explain either way.
I consider myself a very peaceful and calm person. Throughout my life, when I face a problem, I always try to resolve it through dialogue, where the protagonists are empathy, patience, humility, coherence, and emotional intelligence in order to find a solution. I have had few experiences where I have completely lost my patience and have let myself be carried away by stress and anxiety.
Below I share with you my personal experience where I thought the solution to the problem was to express myself through my physical strength since I had completely exhausted dialogue without getting the help I needed at that moment... My grandmother used to travel to Margarita Island every year. She was passionate about the sea. These family trips were repeated for many years, and it was the best experience of my childhood and adolescence. On one of the trips—or rather, on her last trip to Margarita—while we were sharing a family lunch, my grandmother began to feel ill, with dizziness and severe headaches. We immediately took her to the hospital. After performing tests, the doctor told us that my grandmother's blood pressure was very high and that she was at risk of suffering a thrombosis.
He told us there was a medication the hospital didn't have at the time, and he gave us a prescription so we could go buy it. It was very frustrating because we visited many pharmacies and hospitals trying to get the injection. After several hours, we finally got the treatment. When we arrived at the hospital with the injection, the doctor told us we would have to wait because he was on break and had to eat lunch. We asked him to authorize a nurse or some other doctor to give my grandmother the injection, and he refused completely. He put the medicine in his uniform pocket and ordered us to leave and be patient while he rested.
We immediately went to look for the hospital director or someone who felt sympathetic to our problem, but at that moment no one wanted to help us; our cries for help were of no use. When we reached the hospital director, he told us he couldn't be involved in the doctors' decision.
We immediately returned to the doctor's office and found him lying on the chair resting. When we begged him again to give my grandmother the injection, he told us there were still 15 minutes left until her break was over. At that moment, I completely lost my patience and began pushing him and slapping him, yelling at him that my grandmother's life was in his hands and that because of his negligence, a tragedy was going to happen... My reaction was a chain reaction, as my entire family reacted the same way. That was the only way the doctor could decide to give my grandmother the injection. Unfortunately, it was too late because she couldn't speak or move. She had suffered a stroke, and a timely injection could have saved her. She was hospitalized in a vegetative state for six months. At certain times of the day, she would open her eyes, and we could sense that she understood what she was going through. She never recovered.
The doctor who acted inhumanely, disregarding his professional ethics, was fired by the hospital director, who at the time refused to resolve the matter. He apologized, but it was too late for my grandmother. For many years, we were accompanied by the sadness and trauma of feeling that we could have done more to save her life. We will never know!