Discovery, Europe, Germany, Health, Hope, Human, Human Project, Indonesia, Life, Medicine, Uncategorized

Angel of Death

I was about to write this a couple weeks ago, when a small gathering brought up old news to the table: the chaotic situation of healthcare industry.

The fake vaccines, the ill-fated doctors, messed up hospital administration, supported by the bubble of new registries in medicine school (which has no credible accreditation, just a promise of graduation paper and title of eligible medicine graduate) have just blown my mind.

I’m petrified to learn that people, even in the most ‘angelic’ industry, played fate on others life like it’s just a piece of meat.

 

 

Fake vaccines, same as lots of other unregistered medicine circulated in this country, has proved how this industry has an incredibly weak foundation while holding whole nation’s fate at his hands. As one of the people under this foundation, truthfully I was concerned and sadly, trusted nothing.

If vaccines, which got injected to most of the children in Indonesia, got hijacked, I wonder how easily my daily dose of vitamin c, or paracetamol to my headache, got smudged or even poisoned with unknown substance. I was living in the big city, yet got ‘deceived’, so how was the fate of other children in the most remote area, who only got their medicine from specific pharmacy, listened to one unregistered local doctor?

They know nothing, paid everything, yet received nothing.

 

Where is government, or ministry, or whatever they called to supervise this mess around pharmacology? Was medicine supposedly needed a strict regulation, from the production, distribution, until it reached its final users? Medicine, as I quoted from local newspaper, was chemical substances with pharmacological reaction, which can cause either improvement or damages on human races.

Were doctors and nurses even understood what kind of substances they used?

 

 

Ill-fated doctor was another case.

I understand quite frankly, that healthcare industry is a complex matter; everyday new symptoms from the evolution of human genetics come to the surface, but hey, enough with the excuse! People (I mean, millions of people) paid this industry whole lot of money. Have we heard enough improvisation, or enough scientists (not just doctors, I meant those expert who DID research) do enough research? This line of ‘smartest’ people in this nation has been paid a LOT of money, they HAVE TO do their extended job AND research more than ordinary people with ordinary job. I have one grandmother who deceased lately, with one of the main reason was doctor getting their national holiday and could not provide their services.

Have they learned that people’s life has no holiday? These hearts would not stop their beat, even when we pray or sleep.

This just one case in thousands of thousands cases in this industry. Every person has their own personal dreadful experiences.

 

Sometimes I was thinking how scary it is to know that from the beginning, we have no idea what are those substance that coming through our throat. Healthcare industry was one of the most complicated industries, so commoners like us could not easily understood from the start: the diagnosed, script of medicine we got, how much money we spent, and how those ‘expert’ judgment worth our money, yet we gave our life on this handful of people.

To add the horror, one book I read lately, The Good Nurse, basically told story about nurse who had mental problems, yet still working in healthcare industry for years, messing with patients medications in sober condition, caused death of hundreds of people under his supervisions, all because patients DON’T understand what was injected to their veins. Hospitals and doctors, not even care.

Really, the craziest people were coming right from the doors of this industry.

 

 

I’m trying to find how this tangle could end, and I came to these comparisons.

Compared to European countries, I’ve sensing what was “messing” with this industry.

In Indonesia, Doctors were God.

In Europe, Doctors were Human.

In Germany, for example, doctors has no shame to open a book, take a moment to do their research in their personal library, or even do their research on the inter web, asking other professional experiences on the same cases.

They knew human mind DO mistakes, and they were indeed humans too.

They knew a symptoms could mean thousands different kind of sickness. By researching, or even without shame asking advice from others (in front of their patients), they knew they could minimize these common mistakes. Most of the time, they could only handle 8-10 patients a day, because 1 patients with ‘headache, stomachache, cough’ could take them an hour of deep analysis.

What I appreciated most on how these western doctors did elaborate their diagnoses, is how they showed us commoners how their decision were taken right from the resources (books, expertise). This shows us how they treated us as equal, not some commoners who knew nothing, understood nothing, yet trusted everything. They even explain how the expenses they asked us to pay were coming from: how much their diagnoses valued (this differed on how complicated our sickness were), why they choose certain medicine and how much they costs.

They valued us as King.

Different in Indonesia when Doctors were valued as King and worst, God.

God KNEW everything, and didn’t have to do the ‘read and study’ like commoners did. Headache means headache, stomachache means diarrhea, and cough means inflammations. This wheal goes on and on, spinning around without explanation. Yet, Doctors got one of the highest paying jobs in the country.

 

 

Well, I could not blame this entire chaos to Doctors or those who worked on this industry. We did not have health ministry just to sit around and do nothing. And for the record, our pharmacology has a respected position in the world for having a complex regulation. But did this regulation get implemented once and for all? Give people a throughout explanation on the difference between medicines whether they were expensive or cheap, show them that medicines that coming through your supervisions were trustable, so when they earned your trusts, those illegal or ‘herbal’ medicine were banished naturally.

Show consistency on how you fought illegality and supervise the circulations of medicine.

Show people that you deserved their trusts.

 

 

 

To all people who worked in this industry:

May you find your inner willingness to treat first, not to ask; to find a solution with careful examination, not to rush things; to always bring comfort to people with right judgment and explanations. And most importantly: to NEVER EVER stop learning, because the faith of this nation is right within your hand.

Standard
Amaze, Discovery, Feral, Happiness, Human, Life, Live, Love, Unbelievable, Uncategorized

Capability

The greatest gift God ever gave to humanity is the capability of surviving.

The urge to protect yourself from harm; the urge to have chances; the urge to live.


It not always have to be some major act, things like searching for free food when you have no money on your pocket, or scream your lungs out when something scared you off, or even to push yourself to cheat on test when you ran out of time.
These acts, are the way your body telling you to survive, because yes they wanted to have chances.

Your body and mind believe that there will be something more, hopefully better, after those moments.


So this morning, I read these moving articles about these extraordinary children called feral children.
These children have bravery and willingness to live, higher than any other people you might ever know, since they survived themselves by living with animals.

From the tiniest age, they already taught themselves how to live, to eat, to crawl like animals, just so that they could live another day.

And it’s not a matter of a week or two, but years of survival.
One child, for instance, whose life already transmitted into dozen kinds of documentaries in Ukraine, found living with dogs for 6 years, she can barely spit any kind of human voices when found and preferring to act as her companion: dogs.
On other cases, this Cambodian girl, who spent most of her life in a rare jungle for almost 19 years, was found in the jungle. After living as “human” for 3 years, she still craves the needs to live as one of the jungle community.
Fled back several times to the nearest jungle, slept for days in farms, refused to speak and clothed, she continues to show her longing for her old life in the jungle.

As I read further case after case of these feral children, when pity surrounded the news and discussion board as they continue to find ways to redirect these children to the normal terms of humanity, I felt sad instead.

Sad because, what if these children found comfort not within human, but within animals?

What if these constant compulsions to make them as people in general, are actually making them frustrated and happiness that people wanted them to feel are ceased instead?

Happiness is subjective.
We can’t generalize things that made one person happy will create the same result to the others.
We might think that the ability to speak, to walk straight, to talk to others, can create happiness.
But others, strange as it is, might find happiness in the middle of silence, in the moment when their skin touches dirt and soil, in the comfort of animals as companion.

People who never been introduce to proper urban life, who spent most of their life living under poor condition with no technologies, might be happier than us who has been exposed to many different kind of modern living.
With “not knowing” what they have been missing,they ARE happy beyond words.
The way we taught them that there’s so much more out there, on the other hand, is may somehow increasing their span of happiness level and at the same time decreasing their state of happiness.
Knowing more, making them feeling less, if that’s make sense.

Prosperity is, suddenly, a warranty of achieving happiness.

 

 

What made me even sadder after reading site by site of these feral children, is not the condition these kids have been living.
But how, after being back to humanity, some kids found the companions of rural animals and bonds they’ve made are far better than human they have been known.

Is their home so bad, they rather spent their entire lifetime with creatures who know nothing but how to survive?
Is human love, things we celebrate and proud of the most, somehow can be weaker than animal instinct?


To read more about these incredible and brave children:
http://www.bbc.com/culture/story/20151012-feral-the-children-raised-by-wolves
http://channel.nationalgeographic.com/videos/feral-children/
http://www.tampabay.com/features/humaninterest/the-girl-in-the-window/750838
And Wikipedia always a good source of curiosity 🙂

Standard
Confident, Discovery, Growing up, Life, Thought

Growing Pains

Things about growing you have never notice until you sit back, and calculating your missteps, failures and success throughout years. Stuffs that have no meaning at all at certain time, now could mean absolutely everything to you.



Age DID do something to you. You gain, yet you lose little part of you. All eyes can witness is when physic changes, but hearts and human being around you had noticed that you, yes you, are not the same as you in years prior.

  1. You became the most selfish version of yourself. You want something you can’t have, you hate something you’re supposed to love, and the feeling that used to grow on you start to fade.
  2. You start to compensate everything. When you did something, your head start to calculate the impact it will do to yourself, or your surroundings. I HATE this. Can’t we just do everything without too much consideration, purely base on what your heart desire, what makes you comfortable with, what makes you entirely happy?
  3. What people see is what your eyes can see. You lose your own judgment and replace it with others; people’s opinion became your source of confidence and downfall. I lose track on how many times I had this hesitation on doing something, just because it wasn’t everyone cups of tea. Sometimes I miss the feeling of jumping on bike for the first time. The thrill of satisfying your curiosity with no deliberation on what parents might think or friends mocking your clumsiness is simply precious.
  4. Missing things you’ve lost, those who left, and people who’ve gone. The worst feeling you’ve ever encounter is the feeling when you want to see certain people, heard their laughs, or simply have that specific someone to hear your thought. Some people are irreplaceable, and growing up is the only way to distinguish who do matter and not. Not to mention the possibility of regret: of not doing something, of not fighting the battle you’ve never even started, of not having enough time with them.
  5. Get this annoying sickness called depression. Whether from work, friends, your own thoughts, and every single thing that isn’t supposed to matter, could ruin your whole day. When overloading something on your head could mess up your mind. When get over something could take days, or even weeks to get over with.

 



Continue reading

Standard