This post is part of a series of experiences on healthcare. From realizations, patient navigation, and the implications of being divided by a border.
Symptom: Trying to do beyond of what I’m capable of, without proper rest
At the beginning, I was having between two to three hours of sleep at best. Specially the night when I took grandpa to the Emergency Department.
I’ve done this before for others in the US, but not in Mexico. While he didn’t need an ambulance, I took him because he was showing signs of a hearth attack.
I asked him to gather all his paperwork. I packed the medicines and lab work. I drove him to the hospital.
Then I started thinking when he drove me to the doctor 11 years ago.
Things changed a lot for me since then.
Now things were going to change for him.
I felt that I was doing what I was supposed to be doing.
We both knew that I was scared of not making it on time. Hell, we were both scared.
And there we where, driving at night. Sharing small talk and lots of silence. We didn’t had a proper meal during the day, nor the night. We weren’t hungry, or tired. We were unusually calmed and worried at the same time.
Call it being fine with chaos.
Rx to Self: Have your meals and rest in order to get things done