Of hospital and hotel rooms


(This is a reposting of one of my Friendster blogs posted in November 2008.)

I had a nasty bout with UTI very recently, and got confined for it… As such, checking into the hospital gave me a feeling of déjà vu over what had happened almost 15 years ago to the day. But then, that's another story.

After an almost two-hour wait at the emergency room where they processed my health card and called up my doc, I was finally wheeled into Room 315 with my husband, bags in hand, tagging behind the male nurse and me. The nurse said, "Here you are… It's just like checking into a hotel room." And I said, "Yes, except for the food."

Much later, I pondered on this exchange and thought more about the similarities and differences between hospital and hotel rooms. I think I can safely say that my two very different hospital stays in memory (my previous confinement was a traumatic 16-day stay while the recent one was a two-day I-did-not-feel-I-was-sick-at-all-except-for-the-IV-in-my-hand confinement) and hospital visits to the infirmed have given me enough to say on the experience. Of course, I consulted my retired-nurse mom for some of the other details. On the other hand, my work as a training manager entitles me to free [albeit official] stay in some hotel rooms in many parts of the country.

So, here it goes… And you're free to add to these light comparisons. Keep in mind though that I'm only talking about standard private hospital and hotel rooms, not executive suites!

Checking in

1. You can call for reservations at a hotel. Hospitals only allow reservations with instructions for admission from your doctor.

2. You can check into a hotel anytime you want, even at odd hours of the night. You can only do this at a hospital if you're an emergency case.

3. It takes eons to check into a hospital room: they ask for your healthcare details, preference, referring doctor and the list goes on and on. And of course, there's the deposit (if applicable). But you need only inform the hotel's front desk of your room preference and … voila! (Note: This goes true even for "non-peak" seasons. Yes, hospitals do have such.)

What you can find in your room

4. Sleeping accommodations in a hospital room are usually limited to single-size beds for the patient and one companion (sometimes). You'd be lucky to have a room where there's an extra chair/sofa that can act as an extra bed. Hotel rooms, on the other hand, have big-size beds, and can accommodate extra cots or mattresses for multiple sharing. You can end up sleeping on a mattress on the floor. Try doing that in a hospital room!

5. Hotel rooms usually have dressers, desks with drawers, nightstands, a comfy cushioned seat. Hospital rooms have dressers (sometimes), desks with drawers, IV stands, and uncomfortable guest chairs if any.

6. Each bed in a hotel room has its own linen (blanket, bedsheet, comforter) and comfy pillows. In a hospital room, only the patient often enjoys this. The companion has to provide his own pillow and blanket.

7. A hotel room's bathroom often has an extra towel to put on the floor, a bathtub or a really nice shower stall (or both), and granite sinks with working hot-and-cold faucets. A hospital room's bathroom has the standard sink, toilet and bath, a urinal or bedpan.

What to enjoy…and not

8. Enjoy the air conditioning in a hospital or hotel room without thinking of the electricity bill. If you're lucky, you also get to watch cable TV and listen to piped-in music to your heart's content.

9. Hotel rooms usually have free shampoo, soap, toothbrush and toothpaste, toilet paper and provide towels for your use. You can ask for more when you use up your supply as long as you extend your stay. Hospital kits include rubbing alcohol, cotton, bandage tape, plastic glass (graduated), sometimes a roll of toilet paper, toothbrush, toothpaste, thermometer. You can rarely ask for additional supply once you use up those in your kit.

10. Hotel rooms often provide complementary breakfast for overnight stays. Hospitals provide three meals a day, sometimes even snacks. These are usually for the patient (except for those with NPO diets), and sometimes there's additional for the companion.

11. You can order whatever you want from the hotel's menu, whether it's sinful or healthful fare. But if you're a hospital patient, and depending on your medical condition, you're limited to what the doctor orders for your diet. In my recent stay, I had a low-fat, low-salt diet. Ugh!

12. You can entertain visitors in your hotel room whenever you want. Hospitals have visiting hours.

Charges

13. Many hospitals and hotels charge extra if you bring extra electrical stuff into your room such as flat irons and cassette recorders. You can easily get away with blow dryers and cell phone chargers, though. (Some hotel rooms even provide the former for free.)

14. Hotel rooms with telephone units charge extra for each outgoing call you make, none for incoming ones. Hospitals do not charge for outgoing local calls, or at least set limits for the number of minutes you consume per call. Incoming calls are also free.

15. Hotels charge differently for each room category, and so with hospitals. But in hospitals, different room categories also call for different rates in professional and laboratory fees (among others), and provide different types of food!

16. Hospitals and hotels overcharge for small items like toothbrush, toothpaste, soap, etc. that you buy from their mini-stores.

Room Service

17. In a hotel, room service courteously asks you what you want. In a hospital, they poke your body and demand to know what you feel. They make you do what they want (sit up, turn in bed, etc.)

18. In a hotel, you call for room service when you want. In a hospital, nurses and doctors barge into your room when they want… even at odd hours of the night, waking you up even if it's only to ask how often you've peed or poo-pooed during the past hour.

19. Service staff clean up your sleeping and bathroom areas daily in both hospital and hotel rooms. In hotels, they usually do this when there's no one in the room. This is rarely the case in hospitals. (Of course, the room's occupant – the patient – usually has no time or ability to get out of the room!)

Checking out

20. In a hospital, someone regularly barges into your room to ask for deposit, especially if you aren't an HMO member/health cardholder. Come check-out time, there are too many items to settle: professional fees, medicines, et cetera. In hotels, you settle the bill when you check out. The usual additional fees only include anything you consumed from the bar or the kitchen/restaurant. Of course, you're charged extra if they find out that a towel or piece of linen is missing.

21. You walk out of a hotel with the concierge or bellhop wheeling out your things. If you're a hospital patient, you rarely get to walk out (which I did in my recent stay) because YOU are wheeled out – sitting like an invalid in a wheelchair!

Finally: when you stay in a hotel room, you're a GUEST. You're always right! When you stay in a hospital room, you're a PATIENT. And this is what you need to be during your confinement!

SRDs


"A day of worry is more exhausting than a day of work." (John Lubbock)

"Wisdom is the reward you get for a lifetime of listening when you'd have preferred to talk." (Doug Larson)

Lately I've been having this feeling of uncertainty, as well as a certain lack of enthusiasm for my job. Work-related issues that had been cropping up in the past few months must have taken their toll on me, bringing about a certain amount of stress that must have been the main reason why I lost about ten pounds (if our weighing scale is that accurate) in about as many weeks, even without exercising.

I normally sleep deeply enough. In fact, when I'm tired and sleepy, I could curl up or stretch out my legs on the sofa and you'd see me off in dreamland already. But during those, shall we call them, "stress-related days" or SRDs, it seemed I couldn't sleep without having to wake up at least two or three times before my usual rousing time to prepare for the day. Worse, I couldn't get back to sleep for what seemed like an hour after those "disturbances!" Uninvited thoughts that would cause more stress would intrude into my sleepy brain… One thought would lead to another that my mind could not drive away!
But there were certain times during those SRDs that people would come and talk to me, seeking advice or plainly needing an ear to sympathetically (maybe) hear them out. It may have been some of those talks that added to the SRDs, but ironically, I would admit there was a certain relief from the experience.

I am no priest that would listen to confessions, but what was it about listening to other people's problems that seemed to lift from my own shoulders my own worries?

Was it because it was a reminder that no person has an exclusivity on problems, that whatever problems you may have, others may have the same or even worse ones?

Was it because it was sort of an affirmation that somehow, people still trust you enough to tell you their problems, whether they were looking for friendly advice or an ally in office causes or simply someone to vent their frustrations on?

I don't know if subliminally, this adds to my SRDs, but listening to other people drone on and on unexplainably feels like a soothing balm to me… I disagree with the quote "Every problem is just an opportunity waiting to be made of" because recently, I've been having bouts with forgetfulness. I believe more Charles Schulz when he said, "No problem is so formidable that you can't walk away from it." That is why most of the time, what people say to me in confidence is something I refuse to think about constantly so I would not feel the need to unburden myself on others, and thus break the chain of confidence.

Maybe I ought to keep in mind what Dale Carnegie said: "If you can't sleep, then get up and do something instead of lying there worrying. It's the worry that gets you, not the lack of sleep."

Then wouldn't my husband be the one who wouldn't get enough sleep…

Why I like my job

I'm not writing this blog to try and convince myself or anyone else. I just want to share what it is about this job that I like. So, the title would give away how many reasons I have...

For those who don't know, I currently hold the position of Information System Analyst II for the Department of Environment and Natural Resources Region IV-A (CALABARZON - that's mainland Southern Tagalog region, covering the provinces of CAvite, LAguna, BAtangas, Rizal and QueZON), and designated as the chief of the Human Resources Development Section. I worked for more than six years for the private sector - the first three occupying different positions for a computer software consultancy, then as a Business Analyst for the Information Systems Department of a savings bank in Makati City. I actually liked my job there. But then, that's another story.

Now my dad used to be the Chief of the Administrative Division for where I work now before he retired. What I remembered from his job was that he was able to travel a lot. And, always wanting to learn, I was awed with that chance to go see other places, even if it was only in my own country. And, I've always been interested in nature and the environment.


But my dad, being one of those seemingly "rare" species of upright government employees, refused to help me land a job here while he was still working. Still, he encouraged me to take Civil Service eligibility exams, which I passed with flying colors (he actually bragged about them to his colleagues and our relatives). So, upon his retirement, that's when he endorsed my application... And I passed after going through a written exam about a job I barely knew, and a panel interview.

So my first job here was as Project Evaluation Officer I for the Planning and Management Division. I admit it was kind of a shock to see how limited resources where, seeing that I came from a bank. We would share computer units. Now I was used to having my own. Anyway, I'm sure I came off like something of a snob to my colleagues, heheh... But I learned to adjust. And I started travelling.




Limatik

But of course, the travels were not for leisure. They were mostly business. Being assigned to the Monitoring and Evaluation Section, we were the ones who would validate the projects. Oh, what an experience. I looked forward to trudging uphill to see reforestation areas, yet I hated doing this when everything was so damp because there was limatik (thin thread-like leeches) everywhere. I heard different tips on how to discourage them from sticking to your skin and sucking your blood, and how I listened, after hearing the stories like how a woman peed in the bushes and a limatik got into her nethers and BRED there!

One tip was that you use nylon support stockings - the thread would be so fine that the sharp proboscis (I think) of the limatik would not get through. Pants, even jeans, would be useless then. So another tip, which I followed, was to wear shorts, so that you could immediately see if a limatik was stuck to your skin and immediately peel it away. Actually, you couldn't just peel it away. This leech, when full (of your blood), would be fat enough and just drop away on its own. Otherwise, you'd have to burn it with a cigarette or lit matchstick or a blowtorch. Duh.

Another tip was to walk beside someone who was smoking a cigarette. Apparently, the limatik does not like a smoker. Unfortunately, neither do I. Pfft.

Yet another tip was to cover your legs and arms - basta the exposed skin where a limatik could easily attach itself - with soap. Bath soap would do fine. The rationale was that your skin would be too slippery for the limatik. Now I've tried this... But then every time we had to cross a stream, the water would wash off the soap so once we reached the bank on the other side, we would immediately cover our skin in soap again. It was like you took a bath, forgot to rinse off the soap, then put on your clothes.

And another tip that I absolutely followed was to be at the start of the line and walk fast. (This wasn't a problem for me; I'm a fast walker. Maybe this is because, being only 5' in height, I almost always have to catch up with everyone else who's taller.) Why? Because when you're at the start of the line, the limatik wouldn't be lying in wait to jump at you. Apparently, you would be the one to disturb them while they're resting and before they could say "Hey what wazzat?" you were already past them. So they wait in position for the next person and jump for their next bloody meal.

Limatik aside, being part of a monitoring team exposes you to the different projects, and to different people. Yey! Aside from that, every time a validating team arrives, the host office usually treats them well with good food, good company, and good accommodations. However, this is not to say that we always had good accommodations. Sometimes we would have to make do with a mat, or table tops, or chairs lined up beside each other. We would always bring a trusted malong that would serve as a blanket or a small tent to dress up in. But I didn't mind. As long as there's water for the loo and for my bath.

Travel

There may be no such thing as a free lunch, but free travel is what I have always enjoyed with the job. In a sense, it's free... for me. But of course, the government pays for it. Most of the time, I pay first then have the ticket reimbursed, that's why I always go for the cheaper fare. Also, it doesn't deplete our funds too much. Yup, I still think about giving Juan dela Cruz his money's worth.

As part of the Planning and Management Division, my travels were mostly limited to the Southern Tagalog Region. I usually went to the island provinces of MIMAROPA. Thus, to this day, I get queasy remembering the waves rocking the boat as it approached Romblon, and the shameful act of emptying my stomach's contents even before I reached the restroom. I remember the quaintness of Marinduque as I traveled around the island's six municipalities in three hours. I remember my frustration of not having been able to see much of Puerto Princesa City in Palawan. I remember the limatik and Mangyans of Mindoro. I remember most especially the underwater wonders of the Apo Reef of Sablayan.

But being chief of HRD, and for a while the concurrent chief of public affairs, I saw more of the mainland and many parts of the country. Of course, I would go around the provinces of Batangas, Cavite, Laguna, Quezon and Rizal looking for venues for training, workshops, seminars, conferences, etc. And, since I report directly to the Regional Executive Director, I would be sent to attend other national gatherings as well.

Sights

How could I forget the vastness of Davao City? Or Leyte's two-kilometer love-bridge of San Juanico. I could not help but hear that famous line "I shall return" when I saw MacArthur's (and Carlos Romulo's) figures striding in Palo. I was awed by the calm waters of Balanan Lake near Dumaguete City, and could only stare and try to take pictures of those big trees that lined the city's version of Baywalk. I wondered if I was still in the Philippines as I passed through the Subic-Clark-Tarlac Expressway (SCTEx). I gazed in reverence at the old churches of Miag-ao and Jaro in Iloilo.

I would never forget the experience I had at the Our Lady of Peñafrancia Church in Naga City, Camarines Sur. I had been attending a seminar sponsored by the National Anti-Poverty Commission, and with a couple of co-participants decided to go to the church for the first time on one night that we were free.

We got to the church, finding its doors open and welcoming. We got inside, and although my eyes saw some people, my mind registered nothing else but the altar. I dug into my bag for my camera (an instamatic -I had no digicam then) and shot a couple of pictures, dropped the cam back into my bag and knelt at one one of the pews to pray. My companions also knelt nearby to pray.

To my surprise, a nun approached me and asked for my camera. When I asked why, she said that Sr. ___ (I forgot the name, I wasn't familiar with it) did not like having her picture taken. Trying not to sound disrespectful, I told the nun that I did not know whom she was talking about. Then I learned that there was a healing session going on.. Apparently the other people inside the church were attending one, and Sr. __ was the healing nun. So i told the nun who approached me that I could not hand over the camera, and she said would I instead hand over the film. Once again I refused, saying that the film was not empty, and I had used it for other official shots. Giving in, the nun said that I should agree not to publicize or publish the picture of Sr. __ that I had taken. I agreed, saying, with all due respect, that I did not even know the healing nun.

But do you know what happened? When I had the film developed, I excitedly searched for my pictures of the church altar to show to my mom. Eerily, all the pics I had taken of the altar, at that only time that I ever gone to Peñafrancia, were all "black" on the negative.

Food



Do I need to expound that one of the best reasons to go to different places is to taste the food? And that the best time to enjoy them is when people offer them to you out of the goodness of their heart, to welcome you, or to send you off to your home or to your next destination? It doesn't matter that you are warned to be wary of what other people feed you... What matters is you have your own bottled water and that little pack of loperamide always with you.


People

And of course, I will always love meeting different people. I'm basically a shy person, but it's always interesting to know people, even though I forget many names, as well as observe people as they go about their lives in their own corners of the world.

Work

Yet it all boils down to WORK. Yes, I love working. The DENR allows me to learn so much about the environment, and share what I know with others.

The Philippine government is lousy and sucks in providing good working conditions and salaries to its bloated bureacracy. Government employees are collectively branded or seen as corrupt, lazy and inept. How unfair. Many of the brilliant minds this country needs are already in government. Many people I know (including me!) work hard for the money. They may not be squeaky clean, some unwittingly involved in a little hanky-panky, but corruption exists even in the private sector.

Working for the government offers a lot of opportunities, many of which are non-monetary. I may sound stupidly idealistic when I say that working for the government means I am serving my country.

But then, that's why I like my job.