Lekan Otufodunrin testifies to God’s divine healing power.
November 2, 2015, I was preparing to go home from the office at about 7.30pm when I started feeling feverish. Within minutes I was shaking due to cold and only managed to drive home.
Though I didn’t use any drug overnight, I felt a bit better in the morning but stayed back home to get some treatment. It was not until Wednesday morning that I went to the hospital.
I was diagnosed of fever and wad given drugs to use. By the weekend, it seemed I was getting over what initially appeared to be a simple illness but I had to return to the hospital for further checks when the pains in my heels did not subside.
I was admitted for some tests to be sure of what the real ailment was and by the time the results were out after two days, the Medical Director immediately refereed me for urgent treatment at the Lagos University Teaching Hospital ( LUTH).
As I found out later, one of the results was so bad that the doctor couldn’t risk retaining me in his hospital. In case I don’t have enough money on me, the director gave me N50,000 required for emergency admission in the Private Partnership ward in LUTH if there is no space in the regular ward.
As the director envisaged, there was no space for regular admission. I was given the option of staying in the car that brought me until a space could be found or take the expensive emergency option.
Thank God for the director, I had enough to pay for the N50,000 for 24hours stay in the emergency ward and was moved to the regular ward the next day.
I ended up being on admission in LUTH for two weeks during which I underwent numerous tests and treatment. That I came out of LUTH is indeed the grace of God. Three patients died in the ward I stayed before I was discharged, while another, whose condition had improved and was waiting to be discharged died a week after.
The two weeks I was on admission in LUTH exposed me to the true state of our health system.
At LUTH which is supposed to be one of the best health institutions in the country, I witnessed the decay and inadequacy of facilities. Doctors, nurses and other medical personnels were obviously overwhelmed by the number of patients they had to attend to. I remember the night two nurses in my ward slept off and it took more that ten minutes of loud banging of the door to wake them.
The competence of some personnels was questionable as their prescriptions were openly overruled by superior officers. Who knows how many patients have died due to wrong diagnosis and treatment.
Cost of drugs and tests required to keep many patients alive were prohibitive and some died because they could not afford to pay.
Given the various limitations, it is obvious that it takes the grace of God for any patient to come out alive from LUTH and other health institutions in the country.
Last Thursday, I my clinic appointment to see the doctor at LUTH was extended for two weeks because there were too many others waiting to be attended to on the same day.
Years of neglect as president Muhammadu Buhari once noted had turned our hospitals into consulting clinics. Hopefully, now that he is back in the saddle, he will do what is needed to improve on health delivery.
I thank God for the gift of life. Indeed doctors and other personal can try their best to care, only God can heal.