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Friday, June 12, 2020

Covid-19 and advantages of communication to hospitals or overseas by the internet


THE BAD NEWS - ISOLATION
I keep reading that people are horrified that they cannot touch their relatives who have covid-19. But this problem is nothing new. When my aunt Pearl died in London, England, in the days when she was dying she could not bear to be touched and yelped or pulled away.

My father in Watford Hospital in London, had clostridium difficule and was kept alone in isolation. I had to wear protective clothing and was afraid to touch him because I did not want to give him my cold.

Also in London, in Barnet hospital, My uncle had MRSA and was moaning when the nurses turned him to change his bedding. I had to put on protective apron and gloves and could not touch him.

His neighbour had to look through a ward window into the isolation room. The neighbour  said, 'I could see him but he could not see me.'

So isolation of those who are dying, and inability to to neighbour such them, is nothing new.
THE GOOD NEWS - ZOOM ON MOBILE PHONES
The great news is that even with a mobile phone you can contact your bed-ridden relative, see them, and they can see you. Some hospital staff have taken the trouble to obtain a hospital owned device which can be loaned to a patient, or carried to them by staff, so that the patient can see their family. I have seen reports of this in the USA, Europe and Asia. 
Stanford has done this.
John Hopkins Hospital, Maryland, USA has organized this.


My friend Sally replied:
But that thought doesn’t make it easier to deal with. I have never been through this trauma but feel heartbroken for those who have to lose their loved ones without a hug and a last word. Sorry for your losses, Angela ❤️


Thanks for helping me clarify my thoughts, Sally. I meant that we cannot blame hospital staff for acting unreasonably. Isolating peole who are infectious or not touching them is not a new, over the top reaction. It also means that if Covid-19 goes away we still have a problem to deal with, which is how to communicate sympathy with ailing loved ones we cannot touch. The new system of letting them communicate through Ipads is new. Between 2000 and 2005 you were forbidden to take phones into hospitals and it was very hard for patients to contact their families. I remember my father who died in 2005 would have to hobble to a phone on wheels, find coins - the sound would go off after a minute or two when the coins ran out. I think the way people can see sick people in hospital using Ipads is miraculous. I'm waiting for the day when everybody has an Ipad by their phone and can opt in so that family at home can be on 24-hour watch and immediately notify the hospital if the patient looks ill or worse or simply wants a sip of water.






Sunday, November 26, 2017

How To Deal With Spilled Yogurt On An Airline Seat


Problem
I am sitting in an airline seat and I feel something wet. Oh, my goodness. Is it stress incontinence, diarrhoea, am I disintegrating, having an abortion or miscarriage from the fifty year old baby, or what?

The good news is that I am not leaking. The bad news is that I have found a yogurt pot containing only a little of the contents.

I must have had a yogurt with breakfast. The collecting was so fast and efficient that they were grabbing my plate before I had finished. I must have kept the yogurt and lost it. Just before landing, I discovered I was sitting on it. Yes, strawberry or similar yoghurt, all over my caftan, my silk skirt and slip - plus the seat.

Protective clothing
Incidentally, the protective caftan on top of the skirt was a good idea. I had felt daft, wearing two layers of skirt. However, I am not alone in this. Muslim women all wear umpteen layers of clothing. This recent incident confirmed common sense, that a washable top layer protects the clothes underneath.

The staff were very efficient. The male steward gave me two hot towels heated in the galley microwave. By the time I came out of the toilet, wet, but free from yogurt stains and smells, another crew member was wiped off the seat.

I had already forgotten about the seat. Of course, they had not. Evidently, I am not the first and only person ever to have sat on a yogurt, or other liquids, on a plane seat.

She suggested that I use the blanket on the wet seat. I agreed. I didn't want to be a wet blanket. Goodness, I have just noticed another metaphor whose practical meaning I had previously never noted.

Lessons Learned From Squashed Yogurt Pot
I have always wanted my travels and life to be a shining beacon to others, not a terrible warning of what not to do. I admit it, you can learn from me to finish your yogurt immediately and never save it.

Author
Travel writer and photographer, author and speaker, Angela Lansbury.
See my other posts on this blog and:
http://luxurytravelforless.co.uk