|Ummc from afar|
Today's visit was different. I used the parking and found it easy enough to get a spot but had to pass through a very narrow spot before I got to my spot. I drove through saying a little prayer. Then I got lost at the car park and a very kind lady ( bless her) said to follow her ( which I did ) and we went down the stairs together and passed through casualty and walked across some barricades and finally found ourselves at Menara Utama. What a walk. I'm afraid I started worrying at this point whether I would ever find my car on my journey back.
|Had to squeeze through a very narrow place before getting to this spot|
|Got confused and used the stairs instead|
A dear friend's mother is admitted and she is dying. This was the reason for visiting. So here is what I found. Everyone speaks English in UMMC. The guards are polite. The visitors gel with each other because they share a common bond of visiting a sick relative or friend. Everyone is polite and helpful.
The nurses are generally friendly and helpful. They are quite firm about wearing gowns and gloves and hand washing. Its different to be on the other side. No wide smiles and no greetings.
I realise in public service, a simple extra smile goes a long way to make someone feel warm and happy.