I checked myself yet again at the hospital. It became my full time job really.
Shame on me, I ain’t strong enough to survive outside more than a few weeks. But is it really my fault?
Not more than 24 hours later, yes you know it, I checked myself out. I wasn’t scared of the environment this time. I liked the room. I even met a couple of people with whom I could have a decent conversation – shout out to K, L, N and N!
My problem was the medical body. My sessions with them were more of open ended questions like in qualitative research. I felt time had no essence to them. Like progress cannot be measured daily.
When I went to London, and I am not being payed to say this – if you only knew how expensive it actually is to get treated there out of pocket – every single word I said was taken seriously. Every little side effect was looked at. I was seen as a person; a real person and not a spoiled brat complaining for no reason.
Secondly, the doctors would not dwell endlessly on what to do. They took calculated risks. Because if they agreed to the status quo then nothing would happen.
I was always reassured and never ever did anyone tell me this drug or this method works for 20% of the patients. I was given hope – in abundance and also had the opportunity to chat with other patients who are now truly healed.
While I was completely fitting the box of patients in the clinic, my individual voice and needs were immediately heard.
That is why I felt I was wasting time at the hospital and that is why I left 24 hours later instead of staying for a whole 10 days.
My business teachers at university always said a good product or service starts by answering a customer pain.
Very well, mental illness is filled with customer pain; be it the patient herself or her family members.
I have been treated and admitted to hospitals both in Paris and Cairo. Although the settings could be strikingly different; there are major similarities.
Patients have little control over the course of their treatment; unless they happen to well read – and still that could be interpreted as a personality disorder.
Here, business people, here is a business model for you to follow. Instead of keeping the one patient coming back for 10 years, you can have thousands of them and most likely very happy ones too. Am no mathematician but get your excel sheets out and do the works. It doesn’t need a genius to tell you where the money is; and coincidentally health too…
TBC
Happily Depressed... 