Some time ago I went to Heath Hospital (Emergency Unit) with heart attack, and spend there 5 hours (!!!) waiting for help... and it's interesting how many different stories you can notice or hear. Five hours is a quite long time, and lot of people coming in and out, so you can probably find it hard to notice all stories, but if you focus just on few of them (sitting nearest) it's much easier (especially if you eavesdrop)...
It would be great documentary to record all these stories and take photographs of people telling those stories, but I think it is impossible to do it in Hospital, and it would be rude to ask people in pain to take photographs of them. Other way is to take photographs secretly using mobile phone or some small camera.
One of the stories I've noticed: Young boy (15 years old) bring his drunk mother to hospital with injuries on her head (automatic garage gate hit her). She was so drunk that she didn't feel any pain, maybe it was some kind of shock as well. On one side it was bit comic - she sing funny songs, stroke his son, hug him, generally she behaved like a small girl, on the other side how embarrassing her behavior was for his son! At first he keep telling her to stop singing and be quiet, then when she didn't stopped he tried to shout. Hospital staff didn't care about people, but when she started singing songs loud and her son shouted up as well they came and ask him if he need some help. He was so embarrassed. Poor boy and sad story! They took the lady to other room and let her son to go back home (2am!). They promised him to keep eye at his mother, but after half hour they let her out of this room, without checking her head (!!!) - lady started walking around, shouting "where is my boy!??"... finally she walk out from hospital without any medical help, with blood all over her clothes.
Another story: Two ladies came to Hospital. One with some injuries on her neck other as a companion. They were friends. Everything seems to be all right with lady, they talking, laughing etc. But suddenly injured lady started to cry. Listening their talk I've came to conclusion, that injured lady is 2 months after wedding, and her husband started to be aggresive. He tried to suffocate her with some cord. She escaped but don't know what to do now, as she don't want to go back home.
Five hours in waiting area... many people... many sad stories... such a great documentary...
One of the stories I've noticed: Young boy (15 years old) bring his drunk mother to hospital with injuries on her head (automatic garage gate hit her). She was so drunk that she didn't feel any pain, maybe it was some kind of shock as well. On one side it was bit comic - she sing funny songs, stroke his son, hug him, generally she behaved like a small girl, on the other side how embarrassing her behavior was for his son! At first he keep telling her to stop singing and be quiet, then when she didn't stopped he tried to shout. Hospital staff didn't care about people, but when she started singing songs loud and her son shouted up as well they came and ask him if he need some help. He was so embarrassed. Poor boy and sad story! They took the lady to other room and let her son to go back home (2am!). They promised him to keep eye at his mother, but after half hour they let her out of this room, without checking her head (!!!) - lady started walking around, shouting "where is my boy!??"... finally she walk out from hospital without any medical help, with blood all over her clothes.
Another story: Two ladies came to Hospital. One with some injuries on her neck other as a companion. They were friends. Everything seems to be all right with lady, they talking, laughing etc. But suddenly injured lady started to cry. Listening their talk I've came to conclusion, that injured lady is 2 months after wedding, and her husband started to be aggresive. He tried to suffocate her with some cord. She escaped but don't know what to do now, as she don't want to go back home.
Five hours in waiting area... many people... many sad stories... such a great documentary...
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