The best description of grief i’ve read so far is:- It makes everything tasteless and colorless. It hangs on you like a cloud, nothing makes sense, everything requires effort that you have no interest making.

My Dad has been unwell for a while now, and the thought of it breaks my heart because its a malaise that is so unnecessary. He was admitted at Nairobi Women’s Adams, right at the height of 3rd wave Covid. Diagnosis, +ve. Antigen test said that. So much drama after that, coma’s, Kidney issues, lung issues, prostrate issues, you name it, he had it.

But i’m not grieving, i’m just pissed off…REALLY pissed, partly at the broken health care system in this country, and also the nonchalant ways some medical people can be. One day i will relay that story. But mostly i’m mad at myself, for trusting that Doctors do no harm. I was wrong. Dead Wrong. Doctors are people first, which means that greed and ego goeth before humanity and compassion. I recall the first meeting i had with my Dad’s primary doctor. It was an entire week after he was admitted and nearly died. Reason:– A test came back with unexpected results. However not all doctors are the same, but if you are unfortunate enough to meet one, its a terrible terrible thing.

However in the same hell hole, i met some wonderful people. Actual human beings Loise and Phylis, Godsent Nurses, Angels. Dr. Njihia, No bullshit kind of person but kind. And Fair, and a human being. However, I would not recommend any one to ever go to Nairobi Women’s Adam’s. Especially if you are a cash payer. The stuff i’ve seen on my bill is for tears.

My family and i managed to move Dad to a different Facility. We thank God for it and we pray that he pulls through whatever damage the other place did to him. We are hopeful. We are praying.